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Dear Michelle,
I am really sorry Simon died.
It's taken me awhile to let you know because who
among us hasn't been there, done that, second guessed up to twenty times
wondering if we were doing the right thing, everything we could do for our
beloved cats infected with this horrible virus. In the end, it comes down to we
do the best we can. We do more than those miserable awful people one sees on
television or in news articles about starving their pets-deliberately ignoring a
dying animal that for some mysterious reason they decided in the first place to
bring home and call their own. This past week while "clean sweeping" my office,
I came across all the photos of my felv+ cats who have passed away and missed
them all--all over again. But just like Simon, if you had not found him to
love, all would have died so many years ago without having any chance
at catnip mouses, feather toys, red dot lazer pointers, all they can eat food
dishes, maid service at the litter box and warm comfy laps to rule their
kingdoms from. He always sounded like such a wonderful cat in your emails and
I'm sure that courageous little loving soul railed against the disease racking
his body but never never against the people who loved him.
Barbara who misses Jelly Roll, Lenny, Skippy
(but just knows those little demonic angels are
sneaking up on their dog buddy Maddy to pounce on her sensitive toes so
she'll jump up and leave that nice warm spot in the grass for them to snooze
on)
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