Wow! Thanks, Wendy! I kind of missed myself there for a while.
What with poor little Sammy's FeLV and lymphoma and all the other
things going on in my life I went into overload.
Sammy went out of remission five weeks ago and was started on a
rescue protocol and immediately went back into remission but last
week-end, a few days after his second rescue protocol chemotherapy,
he had an enormously hard time of it. The rescue protocol really
took it out of him. His neutrophil count hit the skids, he was molto
lethargic and his body temp went down to 95!--after he had been at
his emergency vet, Animal 911, for a while!--so into oxygen on a
warming pad with warmed fluids he went. It was touch and go, I was
only allowed to look through the oxygen "room" glass for a very short
time, and he stirred and cried when he heard my voice. Oh, my God,
it was pitiful! We talked of the possibility of PTS and DNR in
another room--away from little Sam, of course, and I went out to buy
him, in tears, a beautiful little pink baby blankie to bury him in.
But, bingo, he snapped back as his neutrophil count began to rise on
its own, thank God!
So, the FeLV has not hit his bone marrow (that was the crappy chemo)
and he's working hard to keep his immune system perking. The next
morning he had eaten (yum yum, baby chicken), was breathing on his
own, and looked very perky but fatigued, I believe, as we drove to a
24-hour emergency clinic about five miles away--because he still
needed monitoring and I wanted him to have oxygen availability. The
emergency doc thought he looked a little peaky, however, and later
that afternoon his RBC's dropped and he had a blood transfusion--
whew! Talk about the little guy being in the right place at the
right time!
He came home Tuesday afternoon in his beautiful new pink "Homecoming"
blankie! I called his internal oncologist, a wonderful woman by the
name of Amy Wiedemann, DVM, ACVIM for those of you in the Chicago
area, and she said he had always been anemic (well, not THAT anemic)
since she met him nearly four months ago. She told me that she
thinks Sammy is constantly amazing her--because he is still with us
here on Earth, sigh!
Sammy is now on anti-nausea meds, which is like trying to pill a
dragon/crocodile/little baby with about fifteen little clawed feet
all paddling at me and anything in my hands away from his leetle
mouf, which is clamped shut like a little parakeet's. So I called
Animal 911 to see if I could bring him in for pilling and they said
yes, we're mobbed. Come on in and we'll do it! So I bundled Sam up
with his adorable little Big Sister Lilibet (Little Adoptive Mommy to
the triplets) for company because she is so calm and off we went.
Fortunately it's only ten or twelve minutes away on quiet streets.
And they WERE mobbed! Yikes!
I was there yesterday, Saturday, with Sammy's giant brother Charlie
because I thought he had a bladder infection but it was just (always
after the regular vet has closed) a tiny bit of intestinal trouble--
just looked like it was from his bladder. Oh, my Lord!
Plus both the washing machine and the DW have given up the ghost so
I'm a virtual unwashed, unmade bed (and by this time I don't even
notice!) with a sinkful of dishes, off to--finally!--buy W/D and DW
for my mom's house on Monday. Next? Try all new windows, a new
microwave, an oven that actually works, a new fridge. Yes, it's the
joys of taking care of Elderly Mommy! Oh--and she lost more of her
sight over the last month or so, too.
And constantly watching over the little one.
When are the trees going to start raining money, eh?
Love to all of you from me 'n' the small, four-footed brood,
Tee
"Don't you know that
women are the
only works of art?"
--Donald Henley
On Aug 4, 2007, at 12:03 AM, wendy wrote:
Taylor,
Glad to see you! We missed you!
:)
Wendy
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens
can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever
has!" ~~~ Margaret Meade ~~~
----- Original Message ----
From: Taylor Scobie Humphrey <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: [email protected]
Sent: Saturday, August 4, 2007 12:00:22 AM
Subject: Re: I need information please
Get your precious little girl vaccinated for FeLV. Don't put your
boy down. It is hardly necessary. I'm always shocked when vets
still feel that way--that is old thinking! Just because he tests
positive for FeLV doesn't mean he will get sick right away. My
kitty Mamie lived for ten years with FeLV. The absolutely main
thing you must think of is no stress for little Basil. Of course,
that means Basil will be the most spoiled cat on the planet--but
what are our darling pets for if not to spoil spoil spoil with love?
You may want to consider finding a new, more forward-thinking vet
to get the most positive, loving care for little Basil.
xxx, Tee 'n' the Wildlife
"Consciousness is Causal
and Physicality is its
Manifestation."
On Jul 16, 2007, at 10:22 PM, Malone wrote:
I read all the posts, so I can learn how to deal with this virus.
I lost my kitten at 9 months, and apparently even though he was
vaccinated my 4 year old has tested positive for felv. He was
diagnosed 4 months ago and shows no sign of illness. My vet had
recommended putting him down. I just couldn’t lose both my boys in
one day. I am so thankful I didn’t because Basil is fine. My
question is about the ability to fight off the virus—does this
really happen? Has anyone on this list actually had a felv+ cat
that kicked the virus? What should I expect and what should I be
doing to help keep him healthy? I tried to separate my felv+ boy
and felv- girl, but they howled and cried something fierce. They
have been together since they were kittens. I let them mix, and
she is still negative. I read the information about blood tests,
and I get confused. Basil’s blood work seems normal, other than
the fact that he tested positive. Thank you.
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