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]