Dateline: September 12, 1997, Place: Robins Nest, Granite City, ILL No, I am not a human. I am a ferret, Jill by name. I was put with a hob to breed. I did my part. What is my repayment? I am nervous about being able to provide for the 6 kits, which I brought into this world. Wouldn't you be? Fed once a every 24 hours. 4-6 ounces of water. Feces piled in the corner, and on the divider board below. Enough of remembering. I was termed a "bad mother". I was nervous. I didn't know what else to do. Yes, I destroyed 5 of the kits. I could only afford to keep one alive. There was no additional food for me during pregnancy to increase my milk supply, my home was an aquarium. Dirty walls. I can't see out. I am scared. I have to protect my one youngen left. I heard voices again. A repeat voice. Okay, scratch the side of the aquarium get out. Didn't work. They just looked in and walked by. Him saying "She's a bad mother ate, her kits." She said, "How much for the mother and kit?" Then they walked away. Alone, again. Why? I gave him what he wanted. Kit is now a week older, soon he'll open his eyes. Why dear Maker? There isn't anything to see. The voice the one that asked about me. He said I need to have privacy. Yes, but not complete isolation. He is lifting me out of my personal hell hole, what of my baby? But I can always make more. This area has a softer firm floor. Oh, sigh, my little one is now put with me. At our temporary home, we are still together. But I am calm. There is food, all the time. I can feed my little one, I can sleep and there is music...is this the other side of the rainbow bridge. Can't be I am alive and see others like me. Maybe I wasn't bad just badly treated. [DC] [Posted in FML issue 2063]