I'm so very sorry to read about Sammy. It's never easy. It makes me cry to
read of your loss. Sammy will always be with you in spirit.
tonya
Taylor Scobie Humphrey <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> 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)
doing
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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