Some years ago, she came to us.  Old, skinny and what little fur she had
was faded, most of the color gone.  Just a small bag of bones her humans
no longer cared to look at.  While the youngsters bounced, dooked and
played, she was content to go lick a bit of Susie's duck soup and sniff
about.  A small lick on my nose was her way of saying "thank you".  She
grew her fur back in for us, a fine gray-brown sandy color.
 
And suddenly, she was getting older and I knew the day was coming.  It
did when she asked me "can I go now?" as only she could, "I am so tired".
Somehow she had lived for us from being turned in in her 7th year to
being a fully-furred little dear ferret of 10 years.  Thruogh tears I
said "yes, you may go" and thus in the quiet of a deepest sleep ended
the sweet, loving life of Nikita Sandie Ferret.
 
At the Rainbow Bridge, a new soul has arrived.  To ferret moms and dads
and animal lovers everywhere, there is no need to respond.  I share your
tears and pain at each person's loss - and when you have a shelter and
are old as she was, the emptiness doubles every time.
 
wes.
(the Ferret and Dove Sanctuary, Inc. All about us is here...)
http://www.angelfire.com/theforce/ferret_rescuer/index.html
[Posted in FML issue 4976]