Frank

Frank is the first ferret I rescued. A beautiful dark sable boy, he is the strong, silent type. I was a nervous new fuzzy mama, but Frank calmed me down from the beginning. His strength is in his companionship, as proved during the ice storm of 2007, when we were without heat, water or power for 11 days. I bundled up Frank, Minnie and Paco and we went to stay with my mother, who had heat. Frank and company kept us entertained for hours with their escapades. Then Frank would curl up in my arms and sleep on my chest while I napped in the recliner. He helped me keep my sanity during a dark time.

Now an old man of six, Frank has escaped the health problems that plague most older ferrets. He sleeps approximately 23.75 hours a day, which is possibly why his life remains worry-free. Would that we all could live the simple path to happiness as my gentle Frank.