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Michelle, I'm so sorry to hear about Ginger, how awful that she was not able to overcome this. It sounds like her passing was peaceful and I do believe she not only heard but saw you both before she left. From the sound of it she was not in good shape and had she woke up probably wouldn't have had alot of time left here because of the severity of the tumor or infection. This is also what happened with Buddie when she went into cardiac arrest after her surgery, the cancer had spread and she would only have had a few days or weeks at the most and they wouldn't have been very comfortable. Please believe she is still with you and is not hindered anymore by a body that was failing her. Though the physical body can only go so long, the spirit is forever and I hope Ginger will visit and let you know she is OK. My prayers are with you and I hope that the happy memories of the all too short time Ginger had with you will someday soon once again bring the same smile to your face that Ginger was so capable of doing. She was truly a little character!! -- Belinda Happiness is being owned by cats ... Be-Mi-Kitties ... http://www.bemikitties.com Post Adoptable FeLV/FIV/FIP Cats/Kittens http://adopt.bemikitties.com FeLV Candle Light Service http://www.bemikitties.com/cls HostDesign4U.com (affordable hosting web design) http://HostDesign4U.com --- BMK Designs (non-profit web sites) http://bmk.bemikitties.com
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Michelle, I'm so sorry to hear about Ginger. I hope you find peace in the fact that she was with you for a good amount of time, was happy, and her end was quick and not drawn out so her pain was minimal. I'm sure she appreciated everything you did for her. Marissa On 2/23/06, Belinda Sauro [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Michelle,I'm so sorry to hear about Ginger, how awful that she was not able toovercome this.It sounds like her passing was peaceful and I do believe she not only heard but saw you both before she left.From the sound ofit she was not in good shape and had she woke up probably wouldn't havehad alot of time left here because of the severity of the tumor or infection.This is also what happened with Buddie when she went intocardiac arrest after her surgery, the cancer had spread and she wouldonly have had a few days or weeks at the most and they wouldn't havebeen very comfortable. Please believe she is still with you and is not hindered anymore by abody that was failing her.Though the physical body can only go solong, the spirit is forever and I hope Ginger will visit and let you know she is OK.My prayers are with you and I hope that the happymemories of the all too short time Ginger had with you will someday soononce again bring the same smile to your face that Ginger was so capable of doing.She was truly a little character!!--BelindaHappiness is being owned by cats ...Be-Mi-Kitties ...http://www.bemikitties.comPost Adoptable FeLV/FIV/FIP Cats/Kittens http://adopt.bemikitties.comFeLV Candle Light Servicehttp://www.bemikitties.com/clsHostDesign4U.com(affordable hosting web design) http://HostDesign4U.com---BMK Designs (non-profit web sites)http://bmk.bemikitties.com
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---BeginMessage--- She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time. I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter eggaround the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her. She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him in a head lock, and then the two of them would tumble and chase each other, run up the cat tree at the same time while batting at each other, chase each other up the tree in their yard. She used to climb that tree, and one here in our new house as well. She loved watching the waterfall in the woods behind our house, and staring at the frogs in the little pond in the backyard during the summer. She never hunted, but she did catch one of the frogs one time and carried him around until we saw her and got her to release him unhurt. She truly bore no malice toward anyone, had very little fear, and was always ready for an adventure. When she was recuperating last spring from her dental surgery and URI and I brought her down to my mom's so I could tend to my horse Pepsi as she was dying, my mother was amazed that she was not at all scared of being in a new house and just walked around the room exploring. She stayed at my mom's for a month, while we packed our house and moved down here. She was alone a lot in the room there, and took to watching tv with fascination. She would meow at my mom to turn the tv on. My mom would work on the computer in that room, and she would bat at the cursor as it moved across the screen. My mom used to flush the toilet in the attached bathroom just to entertain her. She would get these obsessions with a particular food and refuse to eat anything else but that one food for months, and then suddenly switch to a different food. I would have to buy her
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Title: Message Michelle, I am so sorry. Joan -Original Message-From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of [EMAIL PROTECTED]Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 11:15 AMTo: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgSubject: Ginger is gone
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Michelle, I am so, so sorry that you and Ginger had to go through this. I will pray for you and for that empty place in your heart now filled with grief to be eventually replaced with wonderful memories of Ginger. Please let me know if you need anything. You are a wonderful kitty mom, and you have NOTHING to be guilty over. You are doing your best by all your babies. Take care, Wendy __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
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Oh, Michelle, I am so sorry. Your love for Ginger and her enjoyment of life shine thru so in your email about her. Reading it left me in tears. How lucky you were to have each other. You are in my prayers.[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:13:30 ESTSubject: Ginger is goneTo: [EMAIL PROTECTED]CC: [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED],[EMAIL PROTECTED]She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time.I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter eggaround the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her.She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him in a head lock, and then the two of them would tumble and chase each other, run up the cat tree at the same time while batting at each other, chase each other up the tree in their yard. She used to climb that tree, and one here in our new house as well. She loved watching the waterfall in the woods behind our house, and staring at the frogs in the little pond in the backyard during the summer. She never hunted, but she did catch one of the frogs one time and carried him around until we saw her and got her to release him unhurt. She truly bore no malice toward anyone, had very little fear, and was always ready for an adventure. When she was recuperating last spring from her dental surgery and URI and I brought her down to my mom's so I could tend to my horse Pepsi as she was dying, my mother was amazed that she was not at all scared of being in a new house and just walked around the room exploring. She stayed at my mom's for a month, while we packed our house and moved down here. She was alone a lot in the room there, and took to watching tv with fascination. She would meow at my mom to turn the tv on. My mom would work on the computer in
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I am so sorry to hear about Ginger. It is so hard to lose one of our babies. My heart goes out to you right now. You and your family are in my prayers. --- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:13:30 EST Subject: Ginger is gone To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] CC: [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time. I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter egg around the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her. She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him in a head lock, and then the two of them would tumble and chase each other, run up the cat tree at the same time while batting at each other, chase each other up the tree in their yard. She used to climb that tree, and one here in our new house as well. She loved watching the waterfall in the woods behind our house, and staring at the frogs in the little pond in the backyard during the summer. She never hunted, but she did catch one of the frogs one time and carried him around until we saw her and got her to release him unhurt. She truly bore no malice toward anyone, had very little fear, and was always ready for an adventure. When she was recuperating last spring from her dental surgery and URI and I brought her down to my mom's so I could tend to my horse Pepsi as she was dying, my mother was amazed that she was not at all scared of being in a new house and just walked around the room exploring. She stayed at my mom's for a month, while
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Michelle,bless you,my heart is sad.You did all you could.[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:13:30 ESTSubject: Ginger is goneTo: [EMAIL PROTECTED]CC: [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED],[EMAIL PROTECTED]She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time.I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter eggaround the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her.She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him in a head lock, and then the two of them would tumble and chase each other, run up the cat tree at the same time while batting at each other, chase each other up the tree in their yard. She used to climb that tree, and one here in our new house as well. She loved watching the waterfall in the woods behind our house, and staring at the frogs in the little pond in the backyard during the summer. She never hunted, but she did catch one of the frogs one time and carried him around until we saw her and got her to release him unhurt. She truly bore no malice toward anyone, had very little fear, and was always ready for an adventure. When she was recuperating last spring from her dental surgery and URI and I brought her down to my mom's so I could tend to my horse Pepsi as she was dying, my mother was amazed that she was not at all scared of being in a new house and just walked around the room exploring. She stayed at my mom's for a month, while we packed our house and moved down here. She was alone a lot in the room there, and took to watching tv with fascination. She would meow at my mom to turn the tv on. My mom would work on the computer in that room, and she would bat at the cursor as it moved across the screen. My mom used to flush the toilet in the attached bathroom just to entertain
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Michelle, My heart is breaking with yours. What an incredible girl Ginger was and what a beautiful tribute to her special life with you. She and Simon are back together now and healthy and happy and playing, pausing only to look at you and how you're doing. I'm so sorry you had to make the decision. GLOW to light her way and ease your hearts. Our thoughts and tears are with you and Gray and your fur-kids HUGS[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:13:30 ESTSubject: Ginger is goneTo: [EMAIL PROTECTED]CC: [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED],[EMAIL PROTECTED]She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time.I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter eggaround the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her.She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him in a head lock, and then the two of them would tumble and chase each other, run up the cat tree at the same time while batting at each other, chase each other up the tree in their yard. She used to climb that tree, and one here in our new house as well. She loved watching the waterfall in the woods behind our house, and staring at the frogs in the little pond in the backyard during the summer. She never hunted, but she did catch one of the frogs one time and carried him around until we saw her and got her to release him unhurt. She truly bore no malice toward anyone, had very little fear, and was always ready for an adventure. When she was recuperating last spring from her dental surgery and URI and I brought her down to my mom's so I could tend to my horse Pepsi as she was dying, my mother was amazed that she was not at all scared of being in a new house and just walked around the room exploring. She stayed at my mom's for a month,
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Michelle, I'm so sorry - thank you for writing about her, I know how deeply you care and how much it hurts. Gloria At 10:14 AM 2/22/2006, you wrote: Return-path: [EMAIL PROTECTED] From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Full-name: Lernermichelle Message-ID: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:13:30 EST Subject: Ginger is gone To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] CC: [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary=-1140624810 X-Mailer: 9.0 Security Edition for Windows sub 5301 She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time. I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter egg around the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her. She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him in a head lock, and then the two of them would tumble and chase each other, run up the cat tree at the same time while batting at each other, chase each other up the tree in their yard. She used to climb that tree, and one here in our new house as well. She loved watching the waterfall in the woods behind our house, and staring at the frogs in the little pond in the backyard during the summer. She never hunted, but she did catch one of the frogs one time and carried him around until we saw her and got her to release him unhurt. She truly bore no malice toward anyone, had very little fear, and was always ready for an adventure. When she was recuperating last spring from her dental surgery and URI and I brought her down to my mom's so I could tend to my horse Pepsi as she was dying, my mother was amazed that she was not at all scared of being in a new house and just walked around the room
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Michelle I am so sorry I just see now that Ginger has passed on. Please know you did all you could for your sweet girl I am sure she will live on in your heart forever. Again my deepest sympathy to you Carla
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Michelle, this is just so awful and so sudden I just cant stop crying reading your email I wish I could find words to make you feel better Michelle, the only thing I know is that, there is something beyond the connections we have with our babies on this earth even though she left her body, there is something beyond that we can see, there is even stronger spiritual connection --- and I know that it is there,,, so, please dont be too lonely, though you may not be able to see and you may not be able to hold her in your arms anymore,, her spiritual existence is there and very strong and even stronger Love and hugs to you and your baby Ginger Hideyo and all of my four legged babies.. From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Barb Moermond Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 10:12 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: Ginger is gone Michelle, My heart is breaking with yours. What an incredible girl Ginger was and what a beautiful tribute to her special life with you. She and Simon are back together now and healthy and happy and playing, pausing only to look at you and how you're doing. I'm so sorry you had to make the decision. GLOW to light her way and ease your hearts. Our thoughts and tears are with you and Gray and your fur-kids HUGS [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:13:30 EST Subject: Ginger is gone To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] CC: [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED] She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time. I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter eggaround the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her. She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him
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Oh, Michelle...I have no words...I am so sorry to hear about Ginger! I tracked down the email that my dad sent me shortly after Ewok died...Again, I don't consider myself much of a Christian, but his words gave me alot of comfort...it's what I believe in my heart whether you're Christian, Buddhist, Taoist, Islamic, etc... I am sorry to hear about Ewok. Somewhere in the Bible it says that at the end of time all of creation (and all creatures) will be saved and renewed in God's Kingdom. It also says that a sparrow does not fall to the ground without God taking notice of it. Bottom line. Ewok will be with you again. He is with God and St. Francis now and probably gave you that dream to let you know about it. I will put his name on the prayer list at church with those who have died (those who are in the nearer presence of God). Take care of yourself...I know you will see Ginger again someday. Jen But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world; You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed... --Antoine de Saint-Exupéry If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you will know each other. If you do not talk to them you will not know them, and what you do not know you will fear. What one fears one destroys. --Chief Dan George - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 10:15 am Subject: Ginger is gone To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org
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Im so sorry for your loss Your note is really a tribute to the love and warmth that I know Ginger felt from you during these years Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 11:15 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Ginger is gone
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Michelle, Ginger was the luckiest of cats to be chosen and taken home by you. She owed the years that she might not have had - and the happy times playing with Simon all to you. You were a blessing to her and you are an excellent kitty mom. God bless you! Bonnie www.wortfm.org www.democracynow.org www.allanimals.org - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 10:14 am Subject: Ginger is gone To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org
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Dear Michelle, "A gentle sleep is sometimes the kindest answer . to the most impossible question of all ." With deepest sympathy, Marlene
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What a touching, moving story. You obviously loved her very much, and she knew that. Please know that we are all here for you, and understand your pain. I'm sure that my furangels are playing with her at the Bridge. Goodnight, sweet Ginger... =^..^= Terri, Siggie the Tomato Vampire, Guinevere, Sammi, Travis, Dori and 6 furangels: RuthieGirl, Samantha, Arielle, Gareth, Alec Salome' =^..^= Furkid Photos! http://mysite.verizon.net/vze7sgqa/My Personal Page: http://www.geocities.com/ruthiegirl1/terrispage.html?1083970447350 - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 11:14 AM Subject: Ginger is gone
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Michelle I'm so sorry to hear that Ginger did not recover. Everything was done for her and she stayed so long because she was loved and cared for by you. What a lovely place to bury her too. My eyes filled up readig about her as they often do when the kitties here cross to the bridge. SHe is no longer suffering and knows she was loved. Michelle, Minstrel, Buddy Angel Bramble
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Michelle,I am SO sorry. What a terrible shock. As hard as it is to go through an illness with an animal, I think when we lose one so quickly it's harder to take. There is nothing I can say to make you feel any better. I am just in shock myself. She sounds so very special. I just don't know what to say.It does sound like there was nothing that could havebeen done. One of my best friends that I grew up with died overnight from one at 39 years old. He had been having some headaches and was thinking about getting an appointment for a check up to see about them, but he didn't think it was anything serious. The doctors said the same thing about him. Even if he had gone in sooner there was probably nothing they could have done.It's so hard not to question when things like this happen. I guess we just have to try to have faith that everything happens the way it is supposed to.Take care. You're in my thoughts. tonya[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:13:30 ESTSubject: Ginger is goneTo: [EMAIL PROTECTED]CC: [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED], [EMAIL PROTECTED],[EMAIL PROTECTED]She never regained consciousness after the MRI. She started breathing some on her own, but not enough to get sufficient oxygen without the machine. After several hours all the vets said there was no way she was going to regain consciousness, and also that the mass in her brain was so big, after the neurologist actually looked at the pictures rather than just the report, that she said even if it was an infection rather than a tumor there was nothing she could do. She said that it was so large that the slight increase in brain pressure from the anesthesia made her brain herniate and part of it go out through the back of her skull. Gray and I stayed with her for an hour or so while she was on the breathing machine, and talked to her and told her how much we loved her, and reminded her of what a good life she had had and how happy she had been, and told her we did not want her to suffer, and asked her forgiveness, and then euthanized her. We took her home wrapped in a blanket and I slept next to her last night and then this morning we buried her next to the stream and waterfall in our back yard, in the woods, where she used to sit for hours watching the waterfall. We are in total shock. I have been fussing for months over Lucy, with her IBD and bladder stones, and Patches, with her teeth and her UTI's, and have paid less attention to Ginger because she seemed to be doing so well. Just Saturday morning we were laughing at her because she was racing around the house, chasing a pen, and then bothering Lucy to play with her. Apparently she had a large brain tumor then and it just had not affected an important part of the brain yet. When she started acting sick Saturday night and I took her to the ER on Sunday, and then to another ER on Monday and had her seen by an internist, the vets all told me that she had probably just ingested something and had mild gastroenteritis and it would work itself out. But she had a brain tumor the whole time.I do not know how old she was. If the shelter was right, then she was almost 7. I had her almost 4 years, and they said they thought she was about 3 when I adopted her. I think she had been there a year or two and had come in as an adult, with a litter of kittens who subsequently died from FeLV. I think it was her personality that kept her going for so long. She was always happy, had no malice toward anyone, and acted like a kitten her whole life. I have never in my life seen a cat who played so much. She literally was fascinated by everything, and saw everything as a toy. She loved watching the toilets flush, and the printer print, played with our shoelaces when we put our shoes on, chased pens and peanuts and a little plastic Easter eggaround the house. Even at the first ER on Sunday morning, when she was feeling too sick to eat, I got her to play in the examination room while we waited for her test results, with a piece of string tied to a q-tip. Last April, when her teeth got so bad she could not eat and needed 10 removed surgically, and right afterwards when she had a bad URI that lasted for weeks and I had to syringe feed her, she was still playing the whole time. She was joyful, and the life of our house. The house feels so empty without her.She was also Simon's best friend. Until he died last February, the two of them played all day long. She used to go up to him and put her arm over his neck, like putting him in a head lock, and then the two of them would tumble and chase each other, run up the cat tree at the same time while batting at each other, chase each other up the tree in their yard. She used to climb that tree, and one here in our new house as well. She loved watching the waterfall in the woods behind our house, and staring at the frogs in the little pond in the backyard during the summer. She never hunted, but she did
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Michelle, I am so sad to hear about your little Ginger...She must have been a wonderful kitty, and you gave her the gift of freedom and a good life...I know that no words can make it better, but you will remember the good times you had together..and that one day you will be re-united again... You are in our thoughts and prayers, Kerry, Bandy, Buster and Lil Rascal What are the most popular cars? Find out at Yahoo! Autos
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Michelle I am crying with you as I read. I am so sorry for your loss. I do know just how you feel. Your Ginger sounds so much like my Rudy and like you I was so busy taking care of other little ones with UTI's and bad teeth. I just didn't see the signs and I feel so guilty about that, but Rudy was always so happy I just never expected her to leave me. I will pray that You and Gray will find peace knowing that she is happy and healthy and you will see her again. For now I bet she is having a ball playing with Simon at the bridge. Sheila
