Marilyn here and a few years ago, I had just picked up a small, very
thin ferret from Alicia at Ferretwise, and was taking her home to
Charlestown for Hospice care. This was a ferret who was very close to
me and still is - June's Angel.

As I was driving home, I had the heat on in the car, but the little
ferret was shivering in her carrier. So, I stopped the car, not yet out
of Keene, stepped out, tucked my zip up quilted, hooded sweatshirt into
my pants, and got back in the car. I took the little ferret out of the
carrier and put her into my shirt next to my skin and buttoned and
zipped my clothes up.

She got warm, and listening to my heart beat, she settled down and went
to sleep. We did fine until I decided I needed some milk and bread, and
ferrets and supermarkets are a big no no. As we approached the one
store in town, five miles from my home, she was asleep and warm so I
took her with me. This was in the dead of winter, it was very cold.

We only have one street in town, and I parked in front of the store. I
stepped out of the car, went to the market, and was at the checkout
when she woke up. She had to scratch, then turn around, and I don't
know what else she did. I paid for my purchases as quickly as I could
as the front of my shirt was moving and kicking, and scratching again.
It looked like two people were having a fight in there. The checker
could not keep her eyes off of my shirt front, and the man behind me
was curious as to why my shirt front was moving. The last thing I
needed was a strip down for shoplifting. Just for the record, I never
stole anything in my life.

So I looked the cashier right in the eye and said, please hurry - I
have terrible gas.

I'd do anything for my ferrets.

Marilyn and the gang at Ledoux Hospice.

[Posted in FML 5447]