On Tuesday May 3rd we were scheduled to pick up six of the babies we left with a friend while we were at the symposium. We had made it for about 7 p.m. so that she would be off work and ready to have me pick them up. Sadie Mae was one of the little girls I had with her. She was 8 and 1/2 years old and had adrenal and lymphosarcoma. I knew her time was very limited. She was not responding well to the prednisone that she was on twice a day but did not seem to be in any pain. She still chowed down on her gravy and gave the best kisses ever. I had a feeling in the very bottom of my heart she would not make it till I got home from the symposium. I was very shocked that she had made it as long as she did. I got a call Tuesday morning from Lisa (the girl who was watching her) saying that she went to give Sadie Mae and everyone there gravy for the morning and Sadie Mae had passed away in her sleep. I was crushed and in a way a little relieved. She did not go in a horrible amount of pain, she went on her time and the night before she got extra special one on one time all to her self. She was the sweetest little black sable girl. She loved more than anything to bite your fleas. She came into the shelter with her cage mate Twinkle Toes who is waiting for her at the bridge. Bud was a very sweet boy of about 8 and 1/2 years. He was staying here at the shelter while his real mom is in Okinawa. We would always ferret-sit him while she went out of town or had house work done. When he came to her he had a bit of a bum leg. It wouldn't bend right. We took him to a ferret knowledgeable vet who told us he had no ligaments at all in his knee. He did not seem to need it at the time but would eventually need the leg amputated because he would get arthritis in it and it would be more comfortable without the leg. While he was with us he ended up having adrenal surgery and his rear leg amputated. He was getting around so well. We ended up making him the shelter spokes ferret. He posted to the FML a few times I believe as the Bud Miester. The last week or so he had not been feeling well but was still eating the chicken gravy. This morning I was awakened by what I thought was Bud falling over and having a bit of trouble regaining his balance. I was very shocked to see him convulsing. We rushed him to the vet who helped him dance again. He should be met by Noodle and Fifi. They were his cage mates from his real mommy's house. There are quite a few other ferrets there at the bridge to meet these two precious babies. They leave a huge hole in my heart and will always be with me. Linda and the furry and not so furry ones Dook-N-Dance Ferret Shelter [log in to unmask] www.dook-n-dance.org [Posted in FML issue 4878]