Dear Sandee:
I am recovering from a stroke a 2 weeks ago, but for some reason it just
came to me to ask a special favor of you.
 
My very first ferret was named Scruffy, and I still have the photo of him
peeking out of my shirt sleeve (while I was wearing it).  I had to have him
put to sleep by dictates of the Neo-Nazi Mary Stobeirsky (SP?) the head of
the Michigan Health Department, and her Gestapo henchmen, because Scruffy
bit someone.  We found out later that this little boy which we had rescued
had severe ear problems which were cause from ear- mites (we eleminated the
mites, but could not erase the scarring) and that squeeky-toys hurt his
ears.  At that time the Michigan Gestapo demanded his life and his head
(test for rabies-NONE FOUND).
 
Anyway, could you please find him and let him know that I still love him,
carry his picture with me, and that I will someday be there to be with
him and all of his brothers and sisters?  Thank You Sandee.
 
Also, my beloved Brittany Spaniel, Buddy is there, and he loved giving the
ferts rides.  Also my cats Ruby and LittleBit played "Ride the Kitty" when
ferts would grab on and hold on tight to a racing feline.  Maybe they would
love to play again.  Look into it OK?  Better get the Boss's OK too.
 
Thank You Sandee for all your loving messages.
Sincerely,
Rev.Ron Sims & Family: 8 Hoomans, 13 Ferts, 6 Dogs, & 2 Felines
[Posted in FML issue 3016]