Not bipolar here, but I do suffer from depression. I've always loved
animals, and when we finally got our own house I started to get into
ferrets. Then I became disabled and got into them even more. When we
lost the house and moved, we moved into a house with a disabled woman
(with a heart of gold) who also has depression and ferrets.

Coincidence? I don't think so. There's just something about watching
the fuzzies tackle and tumble and run and then come to you for love
(then repeat over and over again) that brings a smile to anyone's face.
-- 
FMHugs,
Audrey

[Posted in FML 5411]