Little Tarot, a rescue ferret dumped at a pet store with the words, "I
can't take it anymore".  No name, no history.  An employee of the pet
store called.  I picked up a tiny, scared, silvermitt female.  She
appeared to be sweet tempered and adapted to being with our ferrets in
the little shelter we ran back then.
 
I tried numerous times to adopt out Tarot, she turned into a very nippy,
but not vicious ferret.  She was fine with Dan and me.  She appeared to
have serious seperation issues and bit anyone but Dan or me.  The only
place I ever took her was for her rare visits to the vet.
 
Tarot stayed with us.  The little shelter was closed when I got to sick
to run it.  She'd been with us 4 yrs and was part of a group of ferrets
called the New Triumvarate.  Her favorite cage mates are still with us.
I hope Tinker and Phoebe are there to meet her.  The animal communicator
dubbed them my animal spirit guides.
 
Tarot we'll miss you.
 
KG
[Posted in FML issue 4317]