Loki passed away this afternoon. She was an excellent ferret and constant friend. Despite her namesake, she was never much of any trouble — unless you count the times she would abscond with a ball of yarn. She loved to roll on plastic lids and play in tubes. She broke one of her canines in an unfortunate bathtub accident and had to have it capped, which earned her the moniker, Snaggle-tooth.
She was the cheerful Omega of our busyness, a position that she never relinquished, though three came after her. She was as quick to play with her humans as she was with her siblings, sometimes even more so. She enjoyed moving to one’s flank and pouncing on an exposed ankle, though she never did more than grab on with her paws.
Godspeed Little Loki, you will be missed.