I was warming the car up this morning when my Vet called, and cancelled surgery for Tiger and Wolf--death in family. So I looked through FML in the morning. I read a poem about ferrets in the shelter that struck me so hard, I could not see anything but a blur of words. I felt such pain, and soooo sad. I wanted to print the poem, but instead I lost the whole FML. Who sent that? Every person giving up a ferret should be made to read that aloud, unless they have viable reasons{cancer, child allergic , member of family abusive,etc. } I dont know how anyone can have a shelter. I would feel so much anger at so many people. Living life on lifes terms: in a world of pain . It is not easy for me. Every day is a concious effort to balance my life--while knowing that millions of helpless animals have no control, or freedom, or dignity. They havent got a snow balls chance in ----------. My babies are now all fast asleep. I have to find them, and get them to bed.I find one, Pick him up and just sit there for maybe 5 minutes staring at this tiny thing. It is one of my favorite things to do - observing absorbing holding my sleeping baby. I wish that I could take in all the poor babies in shelters. But I know that I cannot take anymore than I have. I wish to God I could. Who sent that chilling reality check? I had mascara running down my face like Tammy Baker. You ruined my make up. Lisette [Posted in FML issue 2609]