Needless to say, I was stunned by all the beautiful notes and e-sympathy cards I received. Igloo was so precious--deaf as a post, but he knew when he wasnt supposed to do something like get in the potholder drawer. That is why my dear husband (who states he loathes ferrets) buried him in Igloo's favorite white potholder. We knew he was going to die, but he didnt lose his tail hair until right before he died. That was a terrible shock seeing this beautiful fluffy animal with no tail hair. All the other ferrets are real quiet since his death, they play but not with the same energy they did. It's as though they are in mourning also. Sara, my lymphosarcoma ferret, who was supposed to die over a year ago remains alive, lossing hair, but still bouncing around. She even climbs to the top of the tallest cage that she can find. She desperately wants to play with the other ferrets, but with this disease it seems as though her body says she is in heat. She bugs the other ferrets until they actually want to kill her, so no ferret friends for her. But she does get free run of the house, when she is out. Except for her hairless body and humped over back you would never know she is ill. Poor thing has even developed a growth over her eye. But she eats and drinks regularly and of course poops very regularly except sometimes she doesnt make it to the litterpan. Oh well. It is truly amazing her strength and endurance in the face of this invasive cancer. Of course she was my first ferret and I didnt even know what a ferret was until my daughter said you have a ferret. Thanks and HUGS to all that are slaves to these wonderful creations of God. ferretsey [Posted in FML issue 3984]