OK I'm crying ------ reminds me of when we spent the last couple hours with
our Tigger at home, holding him and telling him how much we loved him. Thank
you for taking such good care of Zorro.

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From: Felvtalk [mailto:felvtalk-boun...@felineleukemia.org] On Behalf Of
Sent: Monday, October 16, 2017 10:24 PM
To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org
Subject: [Felvtalk] He went on his own time. . .

Good Evening to all who just responded to Robert's "Anyone still there"
email. This is my first post and I stumbled upon this site in my frantic
effort to get info on FelV. Our tuxedo, Zorro, was with us barely a year
when FelV took him in less than two weeks. I first saw him among the weeds
and shrubs of my lower garden as he darted about, perhaps pursuing a field
mouse. Over the next few weeks  I steadily coaxed him closer to the house
with food, water and my appearances. Eventually he was on the back porch
daily meowing for breakfast and our Teddy Bear dog, Oliver, watched Zorro
eat from the other side of the screen door. By late September Zorro was
eating in the house, finding the litter box and purring so loudly he could
be heard from ten feet away. 

Zorro was neutered, vaccinated and checked over and quickly became the
kindest, most lovable cat I've ever had and at 70 I've had a few! We all
spent a wonderful year plus together and Oliver became so accepting of Zorro
that he allowed himself to be groomed my him. All this came crashing down
six weeks ago. Zorro slept more, did not jump into bed with me and though he
ate, he ate in little spurts. We took him in, tried some antibiotics first
since he had a fever but nothing changed. Then the blood tests; then the
devastating news: FeLV. The Vet suggested we consider putting Zorro down
since it was incurable. I said Zorro will decide that action. For the next
ten days we bought time with Zorro using a coticosteroid via pills. But the
inevitable came suddenly three Monday evenings back. Zorro was slowly
walking and then just laid down. His breathing became labored and I lay down
next to him whispering in his ears and stroking his side. I told him to go,
he'd done it on his terms and w  ithing five minutes he was still. 

We've buried him with his bed and special blanket to cover him and keep the
soil off. He's now beneath a tree near where I first saw him.

Ken Resch

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