The other day my husband called his brother in TX and during the conversation I asked how his little girl ferret was doing as he had not mentioned her for a long time. My husband said he would tell me the story when he got off the phone. Apparently the little girl passed away two summers ago and he did not want to tell me knowing how I love ferrets. He and his wife had to go out of town for a few days and asked a neighbor that they thought was trustworthy to look after the little girl while they were gone--they took the little girl over to their house. He asked them about airconditioning as they didnt have any at that house. They assured him they would have a fan going all the time. When he returned he went to their house to get the ferret and they didnt want him to go into the room, but he insisted--the room was extremely hot and as anyone in TX knows--in an unairconditioned house with no fans the temp may go to 140 degrees. He went in there and there was no fan running--he asked them why and they said well they didnt want to run the electric bill up. And there on the floor was his precious little girl ferret lying stone dead from the heat. This was the ferret he raised and let have the run of the house-and was the joy of his life. To be quite honest he wanted to beat the living daylights out of them. But instead, crying, he buried the little girl on his farm with a little stone. Some people should have been strung up and left out in the burning heat for days. It was so sad and such a waste of precious furrie life. And here most of us take in homeless ferrets and take them to vets running up big billls to do it. And even at the close of their lives we hold them as they pass. This furrie didnt even have a chance. God must have a special place for idiots like that. So Sandee, if you can remember that far back, a little dried up furry came across the bridge about two summers again. Please let her know that her daddy misses her so much and has learned never to trust others again. [Posted in FML issue 4009]