When an older ferret leaves, passing away like a whisper on a breaze, the heartache is bad enough. But when a tragic accident befalls one of the furrkids it's almost too much to bare. We lost Abby yesterday. She got a nail caught in her hammock durring the night and panicked and we believe suffered a heartattack in the process. When we first saw Abby she was about an inch long at one week old. There was three in the litter and we got her and her brother, Gandalf, and their sister went to a friend. Abby would have been five on June 7th. This has reallly been a bad week here at Littlepaws but I find that the best medicine for the blues is ferret kisses. This by far the hardest part of running a ferret shelter. Thanks for being there, Duane & Linda @ Littlepaws. :~( [Posted in FML 6334]