As in after Django's passing. I tried yesterday to bring home a post
surgical shelter baby to fill the ferret sized whole in my heart. This
baby named Rex was so dark and beautiful. The Furpeople Weyr run by
Brenda here in Vegas is home to many sick and unadoptable ferrets. I
filled out the adoption form grabbed his meds and called the husband.
Big mistake, he freaked! "You're not ready", " we're about to move",
and other classics like "we have too many as it is". Needless to say
the husband won and I had to leave this sweet boy at the shelter. I
cherish my marriage but it sure is trying when I can't just do what
I want. So now I only have 2 ferrets. He had the nerve to call me a
hoarder which was an insult seeing as my mother actualy was. I don't
consider 2,3,4,5, or 6 as hoarding!

P.S. Pie O' Pah: Django was a tiny 1.5lb sable girl with a bad ticker.
She loved shoulderblade scritches that would make her tail poof. She
had a squeaky beaver that saved her life when she got out one day.
She'll be joining Ivan who left us in November. She was a strict MF
kibbleavore and loved 'tone and the occasional 'vite. The only human
food she was interested in was cherry slurpee. She would follow me
around the house and do a tiny little jump to be picked up. The last
year or so she slowed down and slept a bunch but the morning before
her surgery she danced and danced. A rare sight and never to be
forgotten.

Kristina Borgstrom,
dearly missing Django and Ivan

[Posted in FML 6242]