I am so sorry, Tee. We grieve with you.
Jane
n Aug 10, 2007, at 7:04 PM, Taylor Scobie Humphrey wrote:
Dear Everyone:
I'm so sorry to report that my dear Sammy went to Heaven on Tuesday
morning. He had gone into Animal 911 the evening before. He felt
quite warm and when I took his temperature it was 106 so off we
went. He stayed overnight in the ICU, hydrated, etc., and I knew
he was in the right place that night. His WBC count was dismal,
his RBC's were dismal, he was very quiet when I picked him up to
move him to Berglund for continued care. After discussion with the
ICU folks, who felt that the lymphoma once again had the upper
hand, I knew it was time to say farewell and I made the decision to
have him PTS over at Berglund.
We drove the five minutes to Berglund where I was met by his Auntie
Head Tech Linda and Auntie Dr. Val. I had picked up a beautiful
little baby blanket earlier in the week-- blue and white cotton
knit with a small ruffle around the edge, lined in soft white
"fur," and Sammy was wrapped in that, in my arms. They agreed it
was time and I'm pretty sure Sammy did, too. He was so tired for
such a little guy, but he wasn't in pain, just so very, very
tired. When Val put the sleepy meds into the IV on his wrist he
went to sleep IMMEDIATELY. As she added the meds to stop his
little heart she said, "I love you, Sammy."
Linda cut off some of Sammy's beautiful marmalade hair for me and
Val put it in a little plastic bag. Linda made sure I got all
Sammy's colors, too. I wrapped him back up and held him close and
just sat and cried in the exam room, stroking his beautiful little
face until it was time to give him away forever. Every so often
someone would peek in to say how sorry they were. Linda said she
was making a little paw-print disc of Sammy's little paw for me
and, of course, I was having him cremated at St. Francis Animal
Cemetery. My dad always buried the cats in our back yard but I
cremate mine (even the tiny parakeets, who are each in tiny blue-
and-white ginger jars). The little plastic bag of fur will fit
right in the little St. Francis tin, with a picture of St. Francis
on it and a little St. Francis animal tag inside.
Poor Sammy, he was so very small--he'd lost a pound over the last
twelve days--I could feel him growing cool so fast as I held him, I
disliked that so!
I've been staying close to home with the other kitties. I think
we're all doing okay. The other kitties always knew Sammy was very
seriously ill and we were
allyuuuuuuuuuuu===================================(hello, Charlie
has jumped up, purring, to see me and let me hold him tight while I
write to you all)
d
oing all we could to help him stay well, but he was overcome. And
now we're overcome.
I'm sure he was met by that great Big Brother in the sky, my giant
kitty and champion kitten-adorer Jack-Jack, who went to Heaven last
March before the triplets arrived on July 1st of last year, and all
the other cats my parents and I have had over the years.
Think of how many kittens and cats will meet us again someday!
Thank you all for everything you have given me and how much you
have helped me and the kitties,
Tee 'n' the Remaining Wildlife (Lilibet Squeekietoy, exemplary
kitten-big-sissy, Billi Bi, reluctant, peeved ["I'M the baby!"]
eldest brother, and the 2 Orange Boyz, great big Charlie, AKA
Twinkie (he's twinkie-colored and was teenie when he was small),
and Teddy Baby Pooma (he was so little--he still is--I told him he
was a baby puma to make him feel big and strong).
"Consciousness is Causal
and Physicality is its
Manifestation."
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