I feel like I'm losing them left and right! Last month BooBoo died, now Rascal. Rascal was another silver-mitt. He was only about 3 years old. I found him in the bottom of the cage acting funny, so I gave him some corn syrup on his gums and isolated him to see what he would do. He was very dehydrated, so I force fed him water until he refused it. This happened at 10:00 at night. I got up several times to try feeding and watering him; at 7:00 am he started throwing up whatever I gave him, no matter what it was, so at 9:00 (when the vet opened) I took him out there. He was pretty much a limp bundle by then, and they kept him all day. By 3:00 pm he had not improved and had started to decline, so we decided to put him to sleep. The necropsy showed that he had a small pancreatic tumor. I would swear that the day before he had seemed fine! He went downhill so fast. He was a sweet boy who loved to bounce around when he was let out of the ferret room. I'll miss him very much. Melanee Ellis Juneau, Alaska [Posted in FML issue 2867]