Hi Y'all, It has been a long time since I wrote about this, but I felt this time of year is a good time to celebrate how healing ferrets actually are. I don't celebrate the traditional holidays but this time of year always makes me think of my childhood. And that can inevitably bring that demon depression around. My human family is all gone. Don't have any kids. Not married. However, I am surrounded by love. Tonight I was writing someone about the past ten years of my life. I was having a bit of a pity party, I admit. lol. But then something unusual happened. Misha came and stood up on my leg, wanting attention. Now Misha Moo is a terribly independent little fellow, and usually hangs with the others. But tonight he asked and got a silly play time with me, complete with tail wagging. His, not mine. Ok mine probably jiggled like jello some but anyway... The ferrets have a great capacity to heal others. Even when they have something wrong they seem to sense any down time I might have and look after me, even while I am looking after them. Earlier this year I was forced to leave them a bit. They were so happy to see me when I returned. When I moved I ended up with some that weren't even mine, since their owner didn't want them anymore. I can't understand it myself. Particularly since they were rescues. But these rescues, including Misha who came from a pound, are little treasures of the universe. I love to see them wrestle, or chase the cat, or jump back in fear from the ratties. I am truly blessed to have them around. I don't count on much except my ferrets. There is nothing better when feeling blue than cuddling with a ferret and listening to them play. blessings, Maudlin Margie [Posted in FML issue 5091]