Hello FMLer's, I haven't posted in awhile, just been reading everyone's stories, and, uh... opinions. Anyways, here I am, and with some good news, but also some heart breaking news. I'll do the bad first, maybe then we can end on a happy note. Two nights ago, around 9:30p, I heard what I thought was strange noises coming from my kitten. I walked past the ferts cage, and realized it was coming from one of the ferts. Strange kind of squeaking noises, is the best way to describe them. I at first thought that one of them was having a really interesting dream, and just talking in his sleep. Then I noticed my DEW, Arnold, was twitching. Ok, I thought, he must REALLY be having one heck of a dream. I picked him up and to my horror, his eyes were open, he was unconcious, and convulsing. I put him down just long enough to grab the phone book, and phone to call the after hours emergency vet. When I turned around, I saw my puppy laying down next Arnold, with her head by his, whinning softly. (Background: Puppy-Jasmine, and Arnold were the two that were CONSTANTLY at each other. Out of all the pets, it was Arnold and Jasmine who gave me the most grief when they were together.) There she was, this big old puppy, nudging my little white baby, trying to get him to bite her, or at least look at her, anything. I rushed around like a maniac trying to get things together. I grabbed the diaper bag and ran my 15 mo. daughter over to the neighbor's house. Got Arnold, wrapped him in a flannel shirt, and sped to the vet. I cried, and begged him to stay with me all the way there. He didn't make it. I walked in the office sobbing, and cradling my little DEW as if I could make him come back so the vet could fix him. We laid him down and the vet tried to feel for any sort of blockage...nothing. His mouth was bleeding, but it was that he had bit his tongue, not internal bleeding. The vet really didn't know what to say. He threw some ideas, like maybe low blood sugar, or some random congenital(?) thing.... we're all at a loss of knowledge of what took my baby. He would have been 2 in Aug. The night before all this, the ferts had been playing in my bedroom for a good 4-5 hours. HE WAS FINE THAT NIGHT!!! I just don't know what happened! He hasn't been showing signs of anything! I feel like such a bad mommy for letting my second baby die. The first, Donnie, died last April of lymphosarcoma, he was only 8 mos. at the time. I just don't know what went wrong. All I know is everyone in my home misses him dearly.... our little white baby.... Skeeter, please lead my little Arnold over the bridge, and introduce him to everyone. He's a real sweet heart, and will want to cuddle a lot, so give hims lots of hugs from us, ok? Thankyou Skeeter, you do a wonderful service for the sad mommies, daddies, borthers, and sisters who are left to miss our babies. On a happier note, I had posted awhile ago about my chocolate, Poncharelli, losing hair on his tail, and losing weight. Well the only conclusion we have is that his coat changes are all mixed up. He lost weight, and hair in the winter, but ever since spring started, he's gained ALL his weight back, and his coat is BEAUTIFUL! Don't know what that is all about, but at least I'm so happy to be able to report that he's healthy, and happy. As with the rest of my ferts, Louie, Manny, and Loomis, besides missing Arnold, they're doing well too. Thankyou for listening, ~Lia, mommy in mourning for her little white angel fert, Arnold [Posted in FML issue 2724]