What strange people we are, loving a creature with so many possible illnesses that take them from us so soon.......We gladly do without, so that they can 'do with'! As I look at my seniors, three...all 6yrs. old, I become teary-eyed knowing what lies ahead....more heartbreaks. My "senior-sable", 'Tyler', is starting to turn a bit gray from the front shoulders back,...sleeps more,....and still acts like a "Regal nut" when he`s playing....My little albino girl, 'Ruby', is slowing down,.. she`s always been the "nurturer", cuddling & soothing all the sick fuzzies that went before her,..She seems to know when her buddies are in trouble,... and then there`s 'Lukey', my follically-challenged adrenal "hippy-hopper",.. who jumps with delite, still, straight up in the air when happy,...bald as a baby`s bottom,....He`s the first to want get back in the hammy. But I guess the reason I become sad, is because of the 2 rescues I received sometime in September...'Bear', a chubby, "loves everybody" DEW, and 'Katie', my tiny loner sable, are both young, and are like "black & white" compared with the elders. We "ferret people", to me, are alone in our love, as you either like ferts, or you don`t. I can`t believe that my elderly parents won`t even touch them! I guess that`s what makes all of us special, choosing to worship a "specialty" species with all of our hearts! God bless the animals! Peace.... john rich & the n.j. gang.......& over the bridge, "Pooky", "Scooter", "Jocko", "Jason", & "Misty". [Posted in FML issue 5059]