Our insurance man dropped by with our new policy.  He knew we had ferrets
(6) and knew how much we love them.  He said that he had been playing in
a ballgame and a ferret was running all around the ball field.  People
trying to catch him and of course he kept running--finally he caught the
little culprit.  He thought about us and put the ferret in his ball bag.
He said he had his cell phone with him and wished he had called us right
then--of course we would have come even at midnight with a carrier and
all that.  Well apparently some dufus (there is another word that I want
to use but I best not) took this guy's ball bag and let the ferret out.
On the way home everyone who drove away saw the poor little smashed furry
dead--he had been hit by a car.  I wonder if he would have tossed a
little kid aside like that.  When my husband told me the story I just
cried.  It was a good thing that I wasnt there when the guy had been
here.
 
So Sandee, I dont know the furry's name but heaven does.  Could you
please check around and see if there is some poor little smashed ferret
crawling in God's gate and tell him how sorry I am that I was unable to
take him home.  Let me know that he was loved even after his passing.
 
I am crying even as I write this and I know others will be too.
[Posted in FML issue 3865]