Last Friday my Crash went to the Rainbow Bridge with the vet's help, as I held him. He was special and he was done battling insulinoma and adrenal disease. Years ago when I went to get him, 2 naked toddlers answered the door followed by a woman with a newborn. She had told her husband she was overwhelmed and couldn't take care of the ferret. When the landlord told them the ferret must be kept outside, the husband agreed to re-home him. One of the toddlers had named him CRASH because he kept crashing into stuff. He was a sweet guy, never bit anyone, never fought with another ferret. I miss him and the kisses he gave everyone for no reason except that he was so sweet. His friends Tyki, Treasure, Maxine and old Socks miss him too. Socks groomed him minutes before I took him to the vet. I miss you Crash, my Crashes guy..... Today on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I cannot stop thinking about two of my grandchildren, who with their mother, ALMOST got on United Flight 175, the second plane to hit a tower.....almost. At the very last minute my daughter-in-law decided to spend more time with her sister who was not feeling well. My granddaughter was 4 yrs old and my grandson was almost 1 year old. Every time I see them now at age 14 and almost 11 years I think......almost.....so very very close....almost. In a few more days my husband will have been gone a year. I received a notice from the government that it was the exposure to Agent Orange so very long ago in Viet Nam that killed him. I never put any paperwork in to them. The notice just arrived one day with a detailed explanation of his death. He had never put in for benefits either. He said he never was in the jungle fighting, he was an airplane mechanic.....who many times ate his lunch sitting on containers of the stuff. The doctors were all puzzled why the cancer raced through his body like wildfire even coming through his skin and growing on the outside of him. It consumed him like some vile monster. Every day more of him was gone. He had been in a war that never should have happened and exposed to a chemical that never should have been used........and his 5 teenage daughters will all go to college paid for by the government because of it.....his final "gift" to them.....but none of them are happy about it. They would rather have their "papa". So would I. Nancy in Oregon, wishing for peace... [Posted in FML 7180]