We were so excited yesterday, when after another round of putting up
flyers in the neighborhood, we came home and found a fresh poop in her
carrier.  We knew she was hanging close by, but we missed her.
 
Now I am struggling to keep hope that she's still around here.  We haven't
seen a hair of her since that clue.  It began raining last night and
rained until about 3 p.m.  today.  Dave and I were out in the pouring
rain hoping that she holed up somewhere nearby.
 
The sun has been out for a while, and we keep looking and nothing,
nothing, nothing.  I've cried my eyes out so many times I don't know how
I have any tears left.  It's supposed to be 95 degrees for the next few
days and I am so scared that she's going to die.  I have a carrier for
her in the back yard (actually in our shed) and one in the front yard --
both with food, water and a blankie to hide in.
 
This has been the hardest thing to deal with.  I've been through several
deaths and lots of disease and this is so much worse.  She was our only
dooking ferret, plus, she used to chase the kids and me around the house
for a rousing game of tag.  There is such a huge hole in my heart.  I
can't deal with basic daily necessities -- all I can do is keep looking,
looking, looking.
 
Amy, Dave, Sarah & Paul (and their gaggle of ferrets not giggling now)
RIP Ian, Elektra, Claudia & Sidney
[Posted in FML issue 3844]