Right after my tiny Miss Maria passed away, Sunny and Mini-Me both went into a deep depression. I was in my own. No one scampering to the door anymore. No one snuggling next to me each night. Then came the green slimy smelly poops on the papers in the corner. That jolted me up. Then came the orange, and the shiny tan, and the clear jello slime. Pity time was over. I isolated everyone to find out who was ill. Sunny was one of the Marshall farms ferrets sold before his eyes were even open. He has been ill most of his life, and lucky to make it at all...in and out of slimy poops, heart condition, early adrenal, diarrhea for months at a time. After I isolated the slimers, came multiple vet opinions, tests, x-rays, and meds. with Mini-Me...lots of stuff appeared stuffed in her stomach...including metal. She had maybe a week to live..less if the metal was lead. We were syringing all along as often as possible from the first slime poop. Mini-Me would cry in pain after a few syringes of soup, so we stopped the feeding for a few hours, then began again. I think the multiple syringe feedings may have saved her. The vet said laxatives would not move the foam. So we did not give it. Surgery was this Thursday. The last x-ray showed large multiple bubbles in stomach and intestines. The metal was gone. But,It was as though everything inside of her was a mass of large bubbles. She must have been in terrible pain...just bird bones and bubbles. On Thursday, I got the call around 2 PM. The vet. I listened, ready to hear that she had died. Instead?. she had great news. she told me that Mini-Me was fine. She took an x-ray again right before surgery. This x-ray was clear. NO bubbles. There was no need for surgery. I picked her up that night. I was afraid they had decided the surgery was too dangerous after all. I had to see the x-rays. Unbelievable. I saw the new x-rays for myself, and the ones taken only a few days before...side by side. Amazing. No radiolucent bubbles. Not a single one. From giant multiple bubbles making up almost her entire stomach on all of her other x-rays taken at 3 different vets, to NO bubbles. What a miracle. Mini-Me has already bitten the cat on the face. She has delightfully tipped over a can of pop all over the floor. This was followed by a quick dance of joy..dancing in the pool of pop. She has been on everybody's back this morning, biting their backs and necks as they try and walk away. She is looking all over for Koko so she can scare her into running away again right now. Mean minx. She is what I did not think she would ever be again: the hyperactive, mischievous mink king of our home: the terror on Elm Street. She is my meanest Miss Mini-Me: and this was her miracle. Please allow me to thank all of you who prayed for her. I sincerely appreciate your prayerful thoughts and written words.. [Posted in FML issue 4464]