I have posted a few times, yep, that opinionated little old lady. I really don't say much these days but I would like to speak up on the issue of elderly ferrets. I am owned by 8 lovely little fuzzies and adopted by quite a few more. I have cages set up in every spare area in my home and patio. I spend what little free time I have going to the nearest shelter and bringing home ferrets that have been turned in by their owners because they are old, sick or just not wanted. This is a shock to some of these little guys beings that they are ill. They have feelings too. They go into a depression and stop eating. I spend time fattening them back up and getting them to start roaming and doing their little war dance. Then once again back to the shelters. What happens then is that they are not cute and cuddly and no one wants them. Well, let me tell you each and every one of these little guys have personality. They just want to be loved and roam for a while. I don't know if I'm doing them much good, it just seems like you get them feeling good and then you send them back and then they just go right back into their depression. If I could afford to support every one of these guys I would keep them, but I cannot. I wish that when a person gets a ferret they would realize what they are getting themselves into. Why is it so hard to deal with these guys? Cats are similar and I don't see people dumping them off cause they are getting married or having kids. (OOPS.) I guess my big opinion is when you chose your pet, remember that age doesn't make a difference. Its how you treat your fuzzy and you will get lots of love back. Go to your local shelter and adopt a ferret. Chose one that is elderly and learn what it is to be a loving fuzzy parent starting from the other end of the spectrum. I was talking with my younger sister yesterday and she said "its to bad you can't send this much energy on disable children." My response was "I am just not our kind of children, but fuzzies." My mother and father were here yesterday and they just cannot understand my interest in these fuzzies, until I let them out and they were running through the house jumping over each other and begging for bones. The laughter out of my parents was worth more to me than gold. Sunny [Posted in FML issue 3536]