On June 20 Skooter came into my life.  He was born on April 22/96 and was
brother to my my fuzzbutt girl, Sullivan and my wannabe fert dog, Toby.
This morning when I was showering, my little Skooter somehow got himself
caught between the corner of the bed, wall and bedframe.  After my shower I
was playing with Toby and Sullivan and couldn't find Skooter.  I knew he
couldn't go far as doors were closed and things are ferret proofed.  I
became frantic looking everywhere...under my bed and under the guest bed.
To no avail...then I looked on the main floor and no Skooter.  Finally I
tore the mattress of my bed and then the guest bed.  That's when I found my
little guy.  I tried everything to revive him.  My baby crossed the rainbow
bridge.
 
I can't tell you how I feel.  This little fuzzy creature gave so much love
in his far too short life.  He made me laugh and made me happy.  Sullivan
will sadly miss her little brother as he won't be there to play with or curl
up with anymore.  Toby will also miss him.
 
I'm sorry Skooter that I wasn't there to save you....I love you little guy
and you will always be in my heart.
 
Please say a little prayer for my Skooter...
 
     Carrie, Sullivan and Toby
[Posted in FML issue 1634]