I am soo sorry about Peepers. Your story made me cry. I don't know what else to say.


From: Lora <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Subject: Peeper's Passing
Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2003 00:19:08 -0700 (PDT)

I think I can finally talk about this now.

It is with a sad and heavy heart, that I announce that
my baby boy Peeper passed away at 10:00 a.m. July 3,
2003. He was just 13 months and 15 days old.

Peeper turned one year old on May 18, 2003, but by
early June I noticed that he was starting to look
"different." I could not quite put my fringer on it,
but he just "seemed" not himeself. I kept asking my
fianc� if he noticed any changes in Peeper, but he
said no. Peeper was still bright-eyed and aware of his
surrounding, but he just had this look...

One day in mid-June I was in Peeper's room when he
literally fell over trying to walk to me! His back
legs completely gave out on him! I panicked, but as
soon as I turned around, he was next to me doing
figure-eights around my legs, as if nothing ever
happens. Did I just imagine that?!

These "walking" spells did not occur very often and
sometimes he would not fall over at all! His back legs
would just shake a little, as if they were under some
sort of strain and then it would disappear completely.
Thinking that it had something to do with the summer
heat, I dismissed it.

I should have NEVER done that! I should have know
right THEN that something terrible was wrong, but the
symptoms were so slight. I kept trying to "convince"
myself that everything was fine, but I knew. Deep
down, I knew he was starting to leave me.

I just did not want to believe it. I could not! We had
gotten through so much! I could not lose him now, not
after beating Feline Chlamydiosis, the Enucleation,
and suppressing the FeLV into remission!

If he died, everything would have been in vain! All
these tests, treatments, hoping and praying that he
would "throw off" the virus or be just a dormant
carrier of this disease...and for what?! Just to have
him die anyway? All he was going to have was a
precious year of life?! It is too cruel! Dangle a few
months here and there; only to have them yanked away!

On Wednesday July 2nd I Finally got up the nerve to
take Peeper to the vet. He had stopped eating at this
point and I was hoping to have a feeding tube placed
in him. The liver shake was a small success compared
to what we needed.

The vet asked to do a Pre-anesthetic test to see if
his blood work would support him going under. If his
blood work came back too low there was a great
possibility of Peeper dying during surgery. I think
this process consisted of three in-house blood tests.

This is when I was told that his hematocrit was at a
5, the lowest that the vet has EVER seen in his
career. According to him, Peeper should be dead. He
could not believe that a cat with this low of a
hematoctit was still alive!

Needless to say, anesthetic was completely out of the
question. What Peeper need was a blood transfusion,
but neither me nor my fianc� had the finances for that
kind of operation. The vet gave Peeper three days to
live. I was devastated.

What if boiled down to was this. Peeper was complelely
asymptomatic of ALL secondary viruses and/or
infections that are commonly linked to FeLV. Peeper's
immune system was perfectly normal. What he died of
was the Leukemia itself.

Ironic huh? Here people and veterinarians alike warn
me that FeLV rarely ever kills the cat. The weaken
immune system and secondary virus/infections are
typically want the cat dies from. And here, my baby
dies of the opposite.

In the end, he developed anemia which was a direct
result from FeLV. The FeLV was proventing Peeper's
body from generating any new red blood cells i.e.
nonregenerative anemia, a.k.a. Leukemia.

The veterinarian warned me that Peeper will eventually
suffocate to death. Red blood cells carry oxygen
through the body and since Peeper's body was not
making any red blood cells; no oxygen was getting to
his body either. Just walking would take is breath
away.

Once the 5 hematocrit dropped to 2 or 1 his lungs will
begin to full up with fluid. With no oxygen going to
the diaphragm to expand his lungs, fluid would start
to fill the contracted lungs. So, if he did not
suffocate to death, he will most likely drown in his
own fluids.

On July 3, 2003 Peeper had his first oxygen attack. It
was like watching him have an asthma attack. He just
simply could not catch his breath. I wanted to die.

I called the vet's office to inform them that Peeper
was not going to last much longer, but he would not
survive the drive to the clinic. I asked if someone
could home here instead. They were nice and sent
someone.

It was the hardest decision for me to ever make in my
whole entire life! It goes against everything I ever
believed in. I never felt that euthanasia was right
for me. (No offense to those who believe in it.)

I was taking some last minute pictures of Peeper when
the veterinarian arrived. Was he here already?! But it
is too soon! I am not ready! I wanted to tell him to
leave. That it was a mistake, but I did not. To this
day, I do not know if I did the right thing. It was
Peeper's decision to make, not mine. I feel like I
robbed him of his choice. I do not know for sure
whether or not he was actually "ready" to go. I just
did it.

I held him the entire time, but I do not know if
Peeper even saw me. Could he feel me? Did he know how
much I loved him? Did he know that I never wanted
this?

Peeper was my first euthanasia. I have never had one
of my kids die before. I once had a cat by the name
Nikki that I grew up with as a child, but my mother
dropped him off at the veterinarian's office when it
was time for him to go. I never got to see or become
emotionally involved in the process. Watching Peeper
was real rude awakening! I have never seen nor felt
anything like it. I do not know if I can go through
this again.

I had mixed feelings about where exactly to bury him.
Peeper never had the chance to make any friends in his
shory life (he was separated from the others due to
the FeLV) and I had no other family previously buried.
So, he was alone in life, as he is in death.

I had strays that I had buried over the years, but I
want a special place. A place were my other babies
would eventually go, when it was their time.

I chose the front yard. A first for me. I can see him
through my bedroom window as well as every time I walk
out my front door. Currently, I looking at
monument/memorial stones. It is just a matter of time
before I have one of those out there too. Another
first for me.

Lora

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