I lost my Jude, my squamous cell carcinoma guy, the day after I got out of the hospital after the car accident. When I got him almost 3 years ago I was told by many that he probably didn't have a good prognosis. He surprised everyone and had a wonderful, bouncy, full of joy life. He also had a wonderful friend Treasure. She was the only ferret he accepted. Every morning they spent 2 hours racing through the house. The large growth never grew again until the last month and then it went crazy finally hindering eating. He still wanted so much to live but I could see that it wasn't to be. Treasure is still mourning. She saw his lifeless body when I returned from the vet but just couldn't accept it. She still plays with her group Tyki and elderly Maxine but there's someone special missing in her life. I have tried to get her to be friendly with members of other groups but no luck so far. My last hope is wonderful Hero. He likes everyone. Between being with Jude and her own group she used to be out 4 hours and now she is only out 2 so hopefully she accepts handsome Hero. He will never be able to replace Jude in her heart but perhaps can ease the ache. As for me...the ache is still there too. Nancy in OR and her 11, the least I've had in many years. [Posted in FML 7724]