Tonight, my oldest ferret King Wild Thing left my wife and I for the Bridge. He was almost nine years old, very old for a ferret. He will be missed. He was the last of our old guys.
Tonight, my oldest ferret King Wild Thing left my wife and I for the Bridge. He was almost nine years old, very old for a ferret. He will be missed. He was the last of our old guys.
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