Sad Day

One of our ferrets died this morning, which makes me really sad. His name was Aristotle. One of the things that is so sad about it is that the vet we took him to on Friday really screwed it up, and I'll just never know if he would have made it if she hadn't.

My boyfriend is significantly more tender-hearted than he lets on to most people. He cried a little, and then said, "Do you still want to move that rose bush? I was thinking we could move it and bury him under it."

So we did.