Today I went to the old age home where I go several times a week. When I got there I was told that my friend, Dorothy had been taken to the hospital. Dorothy was a dear friend to me, and to me the mother I lost many years ago. She loved the animals I took to visit her. She loved them all. I even snuck ferrets in to visit her. I went to visit her today, on her birthday, only to be told that she had suffered a stroke yesterday and had gone to the hospital earlier today. I drove to the hospital to find her in a comatose state. I am devastated. They tell me it is only a matter of time now.... I hate freakin March. I lost two ferrets last March , Taz and Tut and on other years in the same month I have lost my goat Calliope, and my precious schnauzer, Schatz.. Sorry, but I just do not have anyone else to tell this to. My wonderful friend, Dorothy, in her younger days, loved a drink of Weiser's whiskey. I lift my glass to her and I toast you Dorothy for all the memories and all that you brought to the lives of me and my pets. I know that we will all see each other again someday, but I will miss you every day. [Posted in FML issue 5186]