Just wanted to say that I had to have Sylvia Leila Ferret put to sleep yesterday. She was eight years old and had never been sick until this last March when she had to have a tooth extracted. She slowly but surely went downhill from there and soon developed congestive heart failure and finally kidney problems. I think it was the poison from her kidneys that killed her. It was not an easy death until I took her in and the vet's office was not understanding at all. They told me just to drop her off and they'd get to her when they could. When I said that was unacceptable they became very brusque and said to come in then but I would have a long wait. I refused and was sitting holding her and crying when my mom stopped in. She called them back, got a friend of hers and they took us immediately. If it hadn't been best for Syl, I would never have gone there again. My regular vet was not in at his office and these people are ones I go to as a last resort, but they've seen the last of me. I hope that Lillian greeted Sylvia at the Bridge. They were always best buddies, but Syl left behind a sad lonely buddy, Molly who can't understand what happened. Laurel and the fuzzies minus our old girl [Posted in FML issue 3083]