Sara Ferret, Please check on my beautiful dark sable with the "teddy bear" face". Jenny, was helped to the Bridge on Saturday night after a hard 2-week battle with congestive heart failure. It was finally decided that she needed to know that it was okay to leave for the Bridge to join Duchess and Tyler. I told Jenny all about the Bridge before we left for the vet's office and she actually seemed to have a few minutes of easier breathing. Jenny was adopted in 1999 at an age of between 6 months to 1 year. She was a very dark sable with the most beautiful white muzzle, giving her the look of a teddy bear. Jenny always set her own schedule as to when she wanted to get up, go to bed, play or just hang out. She was always in the room with the other ferrets, but many times you would not even notice her. If she wanted to play, she would grab the toe of my sock and hang on for dear life. Jenny took everything in stride from ear cleaning to nail clipping to testing out new recipes for duck soup. She endured several ferret costume contests, where she was dressed like a "Black-eyed Susan" and a bunch of "May flowers" that follow the April Showers (her brother, Tyler). She did many Education Days with me because of her sweet disposition. As I look back over the six years that Jenny filled my life, I realize that Jenny never took center-stage, but was always there in the wings. She wasn't shy, just didn't need all the limelight. Now that she is gone, I realize that she should have been in the center ring of our ferret circus for all her lovely quiet little tricks she did and the sweetness of her nature. "Jenny, my sweet little muffin, I want you to know that you will always hold a special place in my heart for your sweet patient nature. Please know, my Jenny, that you are missed in a very special way - testing new soup recipes; waiting to have your nails clipped after I finished with Tobey; looking for your N-Bone snack once a week; standing by the back door as I was going to the laundry room, knowing that I would give you a treat to distract you from running out; and many more little ways you let me know you were there. Play, run, dook and war dance with joy at the Bridge my little one as you deserve all the best for all the joy you gave me. Until we meet again - Phyllis (your loving mommy)" [Posted in FML issue 4901]