Hello.
I would first like to inform everyone that has been reading up on Ollie,
that he was put to sleep today.  I have never been put in that situation
ever in my life, so it was very difficult for me to do.  I have had quite a
few responses, and I am sorry for not responding, but I have been on the
phone night and day with vets, I have been back and forth to see him, which
I approximately a 50 mile drive, and I have been trying to keep my sanity to
have my mind busy by giving my other ferrets the attention they need.  Let
me tell you all about Ollie.  I first saw Ollie in a dream.  He was a ferret
at the pet store who wanted to be loved.  As I walked over the area that
they were in, he called me, told me his name, and said he wanted to go home
with me.  Well, after getting over the shock that this ferret was talking to
me, I told him I couldn't because I didn't have enough money.  He started to
say all these bad ideas about how I should *sneak* him out of the pet store,
so finally I did it.  (Keep in mind, this was a dream I had) I started to
feel guilty about stealing him, so I wanted to repay the store for Ollie,
but then I decided not to because he was in a bad store and he needed to be
cared for, by me.  Later on, my boyfriend had had a dream like that.  One
day he broke out, with "How's Olliver?" I had no idea what he was talking
about, then he told me that it must have been a dream that he had.  How
weird!!  So, it was destined that I get a cinnamon and name him Olliver.
And that is what I did.  Ollie has left a special place in many hearts in
those that were concerned, here are some to name a few : ME, Kathy, Patty,
Trish, Jeannie, Brian, Larry, Michael, Nancy, Brooke, David, Razz, BK,
Swamp, Lisa, Dr. Kendrick, Dr. Murray, all of their vet techs, Dr. Williams.
He is known for his second place in the Weasel War Dance at the Ferret
Lovers Club of Texas Ferret Fair and his beautiful markings.  But all of
that didn't compare to how his personality was.  I really didn't get to know
him very well, considering I had bought him Sept. 9, at 11 weeks of age.
He died at four months of age.  Maybe it was destined that he had dies so
young.  Maybe Ivy was getting really lonely at Rainbow Bridge.  Maybe it was
just another hard lesson in life that I needed to learn.  Maybe it was to
bring me joy and happiness for the short time he was here.  Thank you again
all for being so concerned about my Ollie, and thank you for all the prayers
that have been sent out to the both of us.  Thank you.
[Posted in FML issue 1730]