Yesterday I found a message on my cell phone (stupid phone doesn't beep for messages till days after they are left) from Jimmy about Buster Brown. Buster was the third ferret I found a home for out of Stamford AC. Buster had been released into the woods by the Stamford Museum and was finally caught after running around outside for over 2 weeks. When I went to see him I found an emaciated, filthy ferret. He was also bald from hind legs down. But he was also a sweet and loving little guy. I put a message on the FML. One of the shelter operators told me flat out I was nuts, that NO ONE IS GOING TO TAKE AN ADRENAL FERRET, CONNIE!! But she was wrong, someone did. That someone was Jimmy. Jimmy drove the 50 miles and met me in Stamford at 9 AM one Saturday morning. Several months later when Jimmy was adopting another throwaway fert (or thought he was, I ended up in love with CB and kept him, sorry Jim) he brought Buster up to see me. Here was a beautiful cinnamon ferret with all his fur back. He danced around on the grass and loved being outside even after all he's been through. And it was because he knew that he was safe with Jimmy and his fur family. For almost 16 months Buster Brown was part of a big loving fert family. While he has passed to the Bridge too soon and too young I know he is looking down on Jimmy with love and thanks for the wonderful life they shared. This is not good-bye my little friend, it is merely a temporary separation. We will meet again at the Bridge and you will show us all the fun you've had while waiting for us to arrive. Connie, Butch, Maggie, and CB "I am sometimes asked, "Why do you spend so much of your time and money talking about kindness to animals when there is so much cruelty to men? I answer, "I am working at the roots." George T. Angell PS, Jimmy call me/email me. [Posted in FML issue 3921]