There are no more to adoptables, no more to foster. The doors are closed. Where did I go wrong? I provided all I could giving everything I could. I sacrificed all I had so they would have a place to come to and feel welcome and at home. Where will they go now? I took them in irregardless of their faults. I gave of all my love. But now the vet will no longer treat ferrets. I can't jeopardize them by not having a knowledgeable vet. What did I do wrong? I worry there will no place for them to go. I worry and cry. But I can find no answers just more questions and doubts. Where did I go wrong? I see the empty cages from all the crossings and the last ones that were placed, and I cry. How did I fail them? To whom will they go? Sacrifices were made to make ends meet, but without a vet I can afford to pay, where will they go? If a call comes to me, what am I to do; say "No." That's just not possible. What will I do? Where did I go wrong? What did I do wrong? Why did it happen to me? For now, I too, come with baggage. . .empty cages, unused water dishes and food dishes. . .and doubts, heart ache and pain. [DC] [Posted in FML issue 3179]