It has been one of those weeks where I had several deeply painful occurrences. I was so depressed. When the snow fell all day on Sunday, I was still packing, unpacking, and moving boxes and smaller furniture into my garage. My mother is now in a hell hole nursing home. They are all hell holes in my opinion. Sunny had just died 5 days before. He had been suffering despite all his meds. It was time. I do not know how it happened. But Bisquit disappeared. I searched the house over and over and over again, and hoped against hope. I looked outside in the dark calling his name when I got home from work. On Wednesday I found what I guessed were his tiny foot prints in the snow. They led up to larger animal prints...several different kinds. He had been missing for sure at least 48 hours. He had been eaten, or frozen, or both. I could barely function. I asked God to do His will. I would still cry. There has been so much to draw my tears this past week. I do not know why. But I called the police to ask if animal control had found a ferret. Yea, right. Freezing weather, wet thick snow falling for hours. But they had turned in a white ferret with red eyes to a local shelter. Bisquit is cream with white paws and black eyes. I vowed to adopt the white ferret if its owner did not show up. Bisquit was dead. But I could help another. I almost collapsed at the shelter onto the floor. I had to grab onto a cage. There in the bottom most cage was my floor pooping run away. My Bisquit. My miracle. 5 other ferrets had been given up there. I took mine home, and slept for several hours for the first time in several days. When I woke up with Bisquits' nose in my eyelid, I figured God had given me a pretty darn big gift. In return, I could manage to at least take in 2 of the 5 ferrets that had been given up, couldn't I?. And so my day is closing. The two old babies I chose have been taken to my vet for distemper shots, and their first Ivermectin shots. They have taken up residence in the laundry room in a ferret cage so they can learn to use the litter box. One is adrenal....just starting. Both are sweet hearts with a playful friendly demeaner. Life IS change. I would rather it not be. But no one is listening to me. All is peaceful for now. Mini-Me has no idea intruders are in the house. And I can go to sleep now with Sunnys ashes, Bisquits' poopies falling in the middle of the floor, and another wild ferret adventure awaiting us all. Lisette [Posted in FML 5498]