Sometimes, when a little one is ailing we let ourselves get overwhelmed in the sadness of the moments (such as Dezzies leaving) and we miss out on so very much. Yesterday when I walked through the door after work, a fleeting moment of sadness at the realization that Dezzie wasn't running (yes she would literally run to me) to greet me, I glanced up from looking down and Pumkin came running (yes) to me. Tears sprang to my eyes at his sensitivity and caring as I reached for him and nestled my cold hands in his warm luxurious fur. And soon three others appeared, with smiles as big as could be to see me. I soon had my arms filled with warm furry bodies with tender hearts of gold. Within minutes more appeared weaving through my steps as I gingerly walked to the kitchen to prepare their evening recipe, but it wasn't the recipe they had been wanting, it was me. As I drifted through our home, a trail of furry bodies following, I thought of how special each and every little one is. Our mornings and late evenings are filled with the flurry of bouncing and tumbling bodies, with several frequently coming to check on me or to invite me to play by tackling my legs. Their smiling faces and sparkling eyes inviting me to join in the fun and joy of life itself. Remember to cherish each day. Treat others, whether they be human or another animal, with love, respect, and caring for someday you may not have that opportunity. Warm hugs to all. tle Troy Lynn Eckart Ferret Family Services http://www-personal.ksu.edu/~sprite/ffs.html http://www.geocities.com/Petsburgh/Haven/5481/ Please sign up to support our charity http://www.iGive.com/html/ssi.cfm?cid=46&mid=58395 [Posted in FML issue 3272]