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	<title>Comments on: Gabby&#8217;s Getting Old</title>
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 		<title>Comment on Gabby&#8217;s Getting Old by: Ferreteer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2005 05:51:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>It's hard to get over the death of a pet.  To me they are family.  Ferrets are so small that it is easy to get just one more.  I've never had more than 7 or 8 at one time.  I usually have 4 or 5.  It seems there is always a sick one or one that is at the end of his life.  It's very sad and hard on your heart.  It's no wonder you need a break.

We just moved into a house and have a room set up for the ferrets in the basement.  Every day the kids and I let them out to run around.  They have a blast bouncing and chasing each other.  They always make me smile.

Kylie was my first in 1996 after my dog died.  We were very close and his death was the hardest.  We laid on the floor together and I told him it was OK to go.  That night we had a treat party and the next day he left me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>It&#8217;s hard to get over the death of a pet.  To me they are family.  Ferrets are so small that it is easy to get just one more.  I&#8217;ve never had more than 7 or 8 at one time.  I usually have 4 or 5.  It seems there is always a sick one or one that is at the end of his life.  It&#8217;s very sad and hard on your heart.  It&#8217;s no wonder you need a break.</p>
	<p>We just moved into a house and have a room set up for the ferrets in the basement.  Every day the kids and I let them out to run around.  They have a blast bouncing and chasing each other.  They always make me smile.</p>
	<p>Kylie was my first in 1996 after my dog died.  We were very close and his death was the hardest.  We laid on the floor together and I told him it was OK to go.  That night we had a treat party and the next day he left me.
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