>The one I will remember now >Unlocks the cage and lets me out. >She saved my life, was heaven sent. >I call her "Mom"; she's my best friend. >She comforts me when I am scared. >Sweet dreams replaced all my nightmares. >She gives me love I never knew. >I kiss her face, I love her too. >She hugs me close, puts me to bed, >And whispers I saved her instead. I was SOOOOO moved to tears by this (in fact I'm still crying every time I look at it)! Without a doubt, my Sasha & Snowy have "rescued" me FAR MORE OFTEN than what I've done for them!! They've been the reason I got out of bed some days during the series of crises we've been through over this past year. They don't whine or complain, they've always been respectful of the home(s) I've provided for them by not ruining anything, they've NEVER complained through all of the moving around we've done, even though I know it's difficult on them to keep having to get used to new people, surroundings, and circumstances; they're content to just run around and play and eat and sleep, and sleep, and sleep - they ask for so little but have given me SOOOO much! None of my friends or family understand why I'm excited to see my Sasha and Snowball at the end of a long day or why I worry about them when I'm away from home overnight. They don't know why my furkids are the first thing I look for or check on when I walk through the front door and I am consistently "ridiculed" for the my devotion and the amount of time and money and efforts that I spend on my kiddos. I've even been accused of not having a life b/c I'm devoted to my furkids ... couldn't be farther from the truth!!! Well, the reason none of these people understand is because they must not ever have never felt a teeny, tiny scratchy but tender tongue on their cheek, lavishing them with gentle kisses or licking away their tears. They have never found themselves hiding in a closet from a 2 pound ball of fur during a game of hide-n-seek or have never been chased down a hallway by this same roley-poley, pint-sized furball. They must not have ever had the opportunity to gently stroke a sleeping furkid snuggled under their chin for hours on end and be lulled asleep by a snoring ferret. I love my fuzzies to pieces and couldn't imagine a day without them.... to the author of "Thoughts of a Saved Ferret" - THANK YOU so much for putting into words how so many of us feel! Jennifer and the dynamic duo :-) [Posted in FML issue 4555]