Lynne: I just wanted to let you know that I felt so devastated this morning when I got to work and checked my email and saw the subject lines from this site and the FIP site. I literally said out loud "oh god, no." I know it didn't look good for BooBoo after the vet said it looked like FIP too, but I always wanted to have hope for him. I couldn't respond this a.m. because I ended up crying at work after reading some of the BooBoo emails and I didn't have it in me. But I wanted to tell you that there are fates worse than death itself- and one of them is for a precious creature like BooBoo to have gone downhill with these illness(es) alone, outside- and at the mercy of wild animals and maybe even feral cats. So the fact that you gave him the only love he ever knew, shelter in these most critical times (when he was extremely ill) and kept him from those other, more horrible fates..., really does mean everything in the world. The sacrifice that you make is that you open your heart as well as your home and when he leaves you, you are left with a broken heart. We all say we want more time with them (I still say this about Monkee), but it's just not for us to make that decision so we have to do the right thing at the time and enjoy what little time we do have with them. I know that BooBoo is in a good place-- hopefully, he is playing with Monkee (even tho I always have to tell my previously alley cat, snorting, aggressive big boy to "be nice!" to other kitties), Possum and Brumley. Possee and Brum were the most gentle-souled, sweet natured babies ever so I am sure they are taking good care of BooBoo. Caroline
From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]: [EMAIL PROTECTED]: BooBoo left usDate: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 22:04:15 -0500 We lost our precious baby tonight. He developed difficulty breathing and we rushed him to the emergency clinic. He was dehydrated and had just had his lungs aspirated Friday. The vet recently experienced the same situation with his Himilayan, co-incidentally, though I sometimes think they make stuff up to identify with your pain. I held his little face in my hand and petted him as did Bob and he slipped away almost immediately. I don't think I've cried this much in my life, Bob too. At this moment I can't imagine ever being happy again. Sounds stupid but BooBoo conveyed to me this evening it was time to go and he thanked us. He was so very weak he could hardly walk but he was still purring as we pet him even with the damn catheter in. We know this was best for him but the worst for us. Thank you all for being so very supportive. Lynne _________________________________________________________________ Climb to the top of the charts! Play the word scramble challenge with star power. http://club.live.com/star_shuffle.aspx?icid=starshuffle_wlmailtextlink_jan
