I read the letters about burying your ferret and then moving away.  This
happened to us a few years ago.  We were living in Montana when one of
our ferrets, Nora, died.  We had adopted her from a family that didn't
pay much attention to her.  She wasn't really a 'people oriented' ferret,
but she was a great friend to another of our ferrets, Pip.  Nora was
energetic and playful, and had a distinctive white blaze on her chest.
She liked to grab as much food as possible in one mouthful, and then RUN
back to her hiding/sleeping place in the bottom drawer of our dresser to
eat.
 
After she died (during surgery to remove an intestinal blockage), we
buried her in the back yard and planted a Bleeding Heart plant over her.
Six months later we left Montana for New York.  It was sad to leave her
behind.  Someday I'd like to go back to see if the Bleeding Heart is
still alive.
 
We have lost several more ferrets since we moved here.  They are buried
in some woods behind our house.  We've put crocuses and daffodils around
their graves.
 
When Pip died (our little Pippa was the smartest and cutest ferret in the
world), I decided to take a small clipping of her hair, and tied it in
some thread.  I felt a little morbid doing it at the time, but now I am
glad that I have something of her.  She is buried in one of my favorite,
but worn out, old shirts, in the woods with the others.
 
Sooner or later we will move away from here and leave them behind.  In
the springs to come, I'll think of the daffodils blooming over them.
 
Jim
 
[Posted in FML issue 0759]