First of all...I thank all the many gentle souls that are so pure in spirit for your prayers and hugs and well wishes and concerns for Bisquit, myself, and Zoo. I literally cry as I read your messages, or Zoo tells me about them when I call in. When I was driving with Bisquit to meet Greg, Bisquit would slowly turn his head all the way to the right to look up and over his shoulder with burnt eyes slit. Then he would do the same on the left. He kept repeating this over and over the entire drive with blood dripping out of his ear and on his coat. The pain and shock and terror for this 2 year old fur child must have been beyond what most of us have experienced. There is no doubt he would have died, or I would have somehow ended his misery on that Sunday. It was only by around the clock nursing that he has managed to survive...and heal with speed from your prayers and thoughts. Zoo says he is still having nightmares, and rests a great deal. She met him on a visit and knows what a frisky speed demon and happy maniac he normally is. But if she wishes to tell you of the little things he has done each day that show the improvement, I will let her tell of it. She has been his nurse, and life raft. He was adrift on a roiling sea of pain. She has not slept much these last few days, and has much more to do than nurse this one ferret. This utterly unselfish person is how Zoo is. This is a big part of who Zoo is. She is as mother earth to ferrets. I will be visiting and bringing sleep mates to spend a week with Bisquit. It is easy to forget what he has lived through if you were just to meet him. But those who saw him know how close to death he was. Another week at the sanctuary will insure his stability and increase his strength. Thank you Zoo. And give a hug to your hubby for thinking of the antibiotics for burn victims. Thank you also to Greg, who had to drive through 2 bad accidents to get the little one a chance to live. For those of you with the nauseousness of death or near death, I am doing bananas and skim milk and Gerbers Rice baby food with Zantac, Pepsid, and Tums ..one of each every 4 hours until bed time. Toast... plain toast is also working. The stomach pain is still there. But I can function. If anyone has any other ideas, please let me know. I know I will not want to open the door to the dryer. I do it. But I put it off. I talk myself through it. That will just be life until the horror ebbs away over time. I feel really badly for our young men and women in the armed forces for the nightmares they must live with. I am such a spoiled American. My heart goes out to those with post traumatic stress disorder and the ugly gut wrenching memories they have stored in them. Again...I see such love and purity of heart. It causes healing in MY heart. Thank you for your kindness. You have my tearful gratitude for helping Bisquit, me, and Zoo. A bear hug to you all, Lisette [Posted in FML 5632]