Sandee Ferret and Muldoon, Can you please check on my boy Petey that I miss so much. Here is his story: Today was a good day to go to the bridge. With all the rain that we have had it was a bit easier to help Petey find the beginning of the Rainbow....at the other end awaits his Miss Pixie Mouse. Petey was rescued from the RI ARL about a year and a half ago with Miss Pixie Mouse. They were found as strays on the mean streets in Rhode Island. Pixie was a tiny little girl with a previously broken nose and teeth and Petey was her protector. Who will ever know what they went through before Phyllis and I saw them in a quarantined cage with the "PTS" sign on it. It was Phyllis that named them, she with the Pixie-like face and Petey who was completely curled around her. Over the past few months, Petey developed insulnoma on top of the adrenal symptoms. He did pretty well for a good while, helping "Mommie" around the room with all the duties. He got special outdoor time since he didn't like any of the other ferrets and loved to snorkel in the grass. Like so many others he also developed lymphoma and megasophagus. The last two weeks were so difficult for him just to enjoy his duck soup. With lots of patience and soothing he would have good days and bad days. Yesterday was a very bad day and he let me know who scared he was. I have never seen a ferret do a "bottle-brush face" before and his eyes looked scared as well. I cuddled him all night and told him it was ok to go. Imagine my surprise to see him waiting for me at the door this morning. We had a good day, he was able to drink up watery duck soup and walk around pretty well. At work he even managed to eat a few pieces of kibble (crunch, crunch, crunch is always music to my ears). At his vet appointment we listed all the medical challenges he was facing. Adrenal, Insulnoma, lymphoma, vomiting, low to medium level of pain, etc... Since he could no longer enjoy his duck soup on a regular basis, nor control his bowels (although he did a fabulous looking poop on my lap in my pajamas last night!) We decided to send him on his way with a warm full belly of soup, the few pieces of kibble he managed to eat himself. Covered in Mommie's tears, with whispers of I love yous in his ears, he drifted off to sleep. It was a good day to go to the bridge today, the rainbows to guide him and the full harvest moon to light the way. Diane W. [Posted in FML issue 5036]