Although my messages are never wrong, I had know idea I'd get hit with a double whammy. This morning I found that my Gilda Snuffledooks had passed in her bed. Her back was arched, I'm thinking a heart attack or stroke. She was 4 or 5. I took her in a few years ago from a breeder that was retiring. She was so beautiful, long luxurious black sable fur. My little sweetie with the turned up back left toe nail. Named Gilda after my dad's and my favorite comedian and a last name for the noises she made when she arrived here. A combination of snuffling & dooking. I want to set up my bed on the floor and just sleep with all my kids around me tonight. Like a fairy in a garden of fuzzys. I don't take time for granted, everyone gets hugs & kisses every day. They all know how much they are loved...and yet they can be taken from us so quickly, with no warning. Funny, I remember thursday night in particular how I hugged everyone just a little bit tighter...as if somehow I just knew what was coming. I now have 23 of my own personal kids. I logged Gilda's Bridge date into the records this morning. Having just done the same thing last night, I began to feel like the secretary for the grim reaper. Hopefully he's done with us for awhile. Kimberly Fox Director/Rescue Mom Somethin Up My Sleeve Ferret Rescue http://companiontalk.terrabox.com/SUMS-Rescue.html Help The Helpless. SUPPORT PRIVATE RESCUE Pay Pal accepted for donations at this email address. [Posted in FML 5488]