Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.
On that note: The Royal Princess Kitty Katt was diagnosed with cancer that was so invasive I was told she would live maybe 2 months without chemo. We optedout of the chemo because of what she told me and several ACs I know and quality of life issues openly and honestly discussed with my vets. She lived almost 15 months and all but the last week was very high quality. She spent the last week or so saying goodbye to her first person. We can never be sure when they are leaving and we can not be sure when we are leaving. Worrying about it takes the life out of what life we have. The Royal Princess Kitty was the picture of health when she was diagnosed. She was being seen for something entirely different when the cancer was discovered. I learned so much from her and I miss her awfully but she is totally happy with her first man now and I envy her that happiness and peace. She did her job on earth wonderfully. Now she can rest with him. If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow man. St. Francis - Original Message - From: Pam Norman To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 10:28 PM Subject: Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p. Leslie, A wonderful tribute to Sushi what you she learned together. All of us should remember it, whether it is FeLV we are dealing with or any of the other kitty ills that can so easily reduce us to helpless fear. I was told that Ambrose, my first CRF kitty, who was diagnosed in 1997, would be gone in 6 months. He lived for 3 happy healthy years before dying of heart disease. Troika, who was diagnosed with fibrosarcoma in 2000, was given 9 months, lived for 6 more years cancer-free. Vets are good vets are jackasses. We should be careful about their pronouncements, regardless of which they are. After all, it's our kitty we know them better than anyone it's we who are committed to that kitty's life, be it for years or months. And that life can should be joyous, regardless of what the numbers say. Pam - Original Message - From: Leslie To: Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 1:09 PM Subject: Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p. Thank you, Wendy! Message: 10Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 07:06:09 -0700 (PDT)From: wendy [EMAIL PROTECTED]Subject: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgMessage-ID: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1Leslie-I loved this post.You are one cool cat.:)Wendy--- Leslie [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:Kayte, My first FeLV+ cat was also the first cat that I ever owned on my own.I'd grown up with all sorts of critters, but it took a few years after graduating college to finally get in a situation where I could own my first "all mine" pet.I'd been wanting this cat forever. I found Sushi at a shelter, she was 2 years old and demanded that I take her home that very instant.I L-O-V-E-D that cat.The shelter had tested for leukemia and FIV before I adopted her and she'd tested negative.One month after having her home, she was very lethargic.I ran with her in a carrier to a vet that I'd seen near my apartment, but I'd never met.This was New York City (Queens), so not having a car, and not wanting to subject a cat to a subway ride, I was pretty limited in my vet choices.The vet was an ass. He had no bedside manner.Hemade me feel like the whole situation was my fault.He'd HAVE to rehydrate, he'd HAVE to do bloodwork, he'd HAVE to keep her during the day - like I wasn't going to be paying him for his efforts. I was in tears, which didn't make him respect me any more.Quite frankly, he scared the hell out of me, and as it's all of our deepest fears that it really IS our fault, I was a mess.He retested her for FeLV+ (she'd been rescued from a house full of cats, so may have been exposed close to rescue and the first testing).I took her home as she'd perked back up, the fluids really helped, and she rebounded fully.Despite this, when he called to tell me that she was positive and anemic and had "maybe" a month to live, told me to expect to see rapid deterioration, blah, blah, blah, I was again distraught.The next week, against the back drop of her romping around and talking to herself, chasing bits of dust, knocking things over (her favorite was to knock my glass of water onto me at night), trying
Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.
we never have any guarantees with any of the critters that share our lives--it used to make me nuts when people would bring FeLVs to the sanctuary, asymptomatic, and say they couldn't keep them, because they were going to die. well, we all are, folks i know of as many $1500 showcats (don't get me started) who have keeled over with no warning as i do sick cats--loving them while we have them is all that really matters, because, no matter HOW long that is, it will NEVER be long enough how dare i assume that a cat who might only have a few weeks deserves love and companionship less than one with years? arh.. On 9/9/06, Marylyn [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: On that note: The Royal Princess Kitty Katt was diagnosed with cancer that was so invasive I was told she would live maybe 2 months without chemo. We optedout of the chemo because of what she told me and several ACs I know and quality of life issues openly and honestly discussed with my vets. She lived almost 15 months and all but the last week was very high quality. She spent the last week or so saying goodbye to her first person. We can never be sure when they are leaving and we can not be sure when we are leaving. Worrying about it takes the life out of what life we have. The Royal Princess Kitty was the picture of health when she was diagnosed. She was being seen for something entirely different when the cancer was discovered. I learned so much from her and I miss her awfully but she is totally happy with her first man now and I envy her that happiness and peace. She did her job on earth wonderfully. Now she can rest with him. If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow man. St. Francis - Original Message - From: Pam Norman To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 10:28 PM Subject: Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p. Leslie, A wonderful tribute to Sushi what you she learned together. All of us should remember it, whether it is FeLV we are dealing with or any of the other kitty ills that can so easily reduce us to helpless fear. I was told that Ambrose, my first CRF kitty, who was diagnosed in 1997, would be gone in 6 months. He lived for 3 happy healthy years before dying of heart disease. Troika, who was diagnosed with fibrosarcoma in 2000, was given 9 months, lived for 6 more years cancer-free. Vets are good vets are jackasses. We should be careful about their pronouncements, regardless of which they are. After all, it's our kitty we know them better than anyone it's we who are committed to that kitty's life, be it for years or months. And that life can should be joyous, regardless of what the numbers say. Pam - Original Message - From: Leslie To: Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 1:09 PM Subject: Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p. Thank you, Wendy! Message: 10Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 07:06:09 -0700 (PDT)From: wendy [EMAIL PROTECTED]Subject: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgMessage-ID: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1Leslie-I loved this post.You are one cool cat.:)Wendy--- Leslie [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:Kayte, My first FeLV+ cat was also the first cat that I ever owned on my own.I'd grown up with all sorts of critters, but it took a few years after graduating college to finally get in a situation where I could own my first all mine pet.I'd been wanting this cat forever. I found Sushi at a shelter, she was 2 years old and demanded that I take her home that very instant.I L-O-V-E-D that cat.The shelter had tested for leukemia and FIV before I adopted her and she'd tested negative.One month after having her home, she was very lethargic.I ran with her in a carrier to a vet that I'd seen near my apartment, but I'd never met.This was New York City (Queens), so not having a car, and not wanting to subject a cat to a subway ride, I was pretty limited in my vet choices.The vet was an ass. He had no bedside manner.Hemade me feel like the whole situation was my fault.He'd HAVE to rehydrate, he'd HAVE to do bloodwork, he'd HAVE to keep her during the day - like I wasn't going to be paying him for his efforts. I was in tears, which didn't make him respect me any more.Quite frankly, he scared the hell out of me, and as it's all of our deepest fears that it really IS our fault, I was a mess.He retested her for FeLV+ (she'd been rescued from a house full of cats, so may have been exposed close to rescue and the first testing).I took her home as she'd perked back up, the fluids really helped, and she rebounded fully.Despite this, when he called to tell me that she was positive and anemic and had maybe a month to live, told me to expect to see rapid deterioration, blah, blah
To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.
Leslie- I loved this post. You are one cool cat. :) Wendy --- Leslie [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Kayte, My first FeLV+ cat was also the first cat that I ever owned on my own. I'd grown up with all sorts of critters, but it took a few years after graduating college to finally get in a situation where I could own my first all mine pet. I'd been wanting this cat forever. I found Sushi at a shelter, she was 2 years old and demanded that I take her home that very instant. I L-O-V-E-D that cat. The shelter had tested for leukemia and FIV before I adopted her and she'd tested negative. One month after having her home, she was very lethargic. I ran with her in a carrier to a vet that I'd seen near my apartment, but I'd never met. This was New York City (Queens), so not having a car, and not wanting to subject a cat to a subway ride, I was pretty limited in my vet choices. The vet was an ass. He had no bedside manner. He made me feel like the whole situation was my fault. He'd HAVE to rehydrate, he'd HAVE to do bloodwork, he'd HAVE to keep her during the day - like I wasn't going to be paying him for his efforts. I was in tears, which didn't make him respect me any more. Quite frankly, he scared the hell out of me, and as it's all of our deepest fears that it really IS our fault, I was a mess. He retested her for FeLV+ (she'd been rescued from a house full of cats, so may have been exposed close to rescue and the first testing). I took her home as she'd perked back up, the fluids really helped, and she rebounded fully. Despite this, when he called to tell me that she was positive and anemic and had maybe a month to live, told me to expect to see rapid deterioration, blah, blah, blah, I was again distraught. The next week, against the back drop of her romping around and talking to herself, chasing bits of dust, knocking things over (her favorite was to knock my glass of water onto me at night), trying to escape, I called everyone that I knew hysterically telling them that my cat was dying. The vet said so. Eventually, emotionally spent. I hung up the phone, slumped down against the wall and lethargically, tearfully gazed over at her across the room. Making eye contact, she marched over and placed a World Cup worthy head butt against my pathetic forehead. I giggled. And I realized that I was being a dumass. Maybe she had this disease. Maybe she was dying, but who of us isn't? She wasn't dead, and I was wasting time being a melodramatic human. So instead of focusing on how she was going to die, I focused on how she was going to live. I didn't have any support, but I found a raw feeding list and, though I didn't switch to raw for a while, I started researching the feline diet. And I put her on a better food. And I moved into the city and found a good vet. I took her in for check-ups and loved the heck out of that cat until she passed two years after I'd adopted her of a heart attack (myocardial infarction). Yes, my life infarcted at that point, and I still miss my sweet marshmallow-y friend, who would lay on my arm at night and purr, and gaze into my eyes like she was proud of me. But she'd led me to another positive cat to adopt, Hepburn. And Hepburn led me to Satchmo that I have today (also positive). And Sushi, after all, after all that that jerk vet said, never did deterioriate. Never did succomb to the leukemia. I owned Hep for 2 1/2 years, she did die of FIP, which was probably leukemia related, but I'd gotten her as an older kitten, so even there, she was on the high end of her life expectency and she, too, was an amazing, happy, healthy cat until the end. Satch I've had for two years now, I adopted him at 5 years old, so we don't know when he was exposed to the virus, but he's the biggest, stompiest guy you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting, and other than being susceptible to URI's (which as long as I don't bring home sick kittens that already have URI's) hasn't been any problem. I have high hopes for him going a very long time. And I'm thinking of adopting him a friend - either a positive kitten or a negative adult cat - once he stops coughing. I know that this has been long, and work is piling up, but I just wanted to tell you my story. Let you know that I understand what you're feeling, but take your cues from Crackers. Is he laying around in dirty pajamas, watching Ricki Lake, stumbling amongst empty Chinese take out cartons, wondering why me? This is a terrible illness, but not one that is powerful enough to take the good times away while they are here. Get a new vet. Pinpoint when Crackers was exposed. What happened to Pokemon? Was she positive? Put Crackers on a good diet - there are lots to choose from ranging from Max Cat to raw feeding - expensive doesn't always mean good, nor does the fact of it being sold out of
Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.
Thank you, Wendy! Message: 10Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 07:06:09 -0700 (PDT)From: wendy [EMAIL PROTECTED]Subject: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgMessage-ID: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1Leslie-I loved this post.You are one cool cat.:)Wendy--- Leslie [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:Kayte, My first FeLV+ cat was also the first cat that I ever owned on my own.I'd grown up with all sorts of critters, but it took a few years after graduating college to finally get in a situation where I could own my first all mine pet.I'd been wanting this cat forever. I found Sushi at a shelter, she was 2 years old and demanded that I take her home that very instant.I L-O-V-E-D that cat.The shelter had tested for leukemia and FIV before I adopted her and she'd tested negative.One month after having her home, she was very lethargic.I ran with her in a carrier to a vet that I'd seen near my apartment, but I'd never met.This was New York City (Queens), so not having a car, and not wanting to subject a cat to a subway ride, I was pretty limited in my vet choices.The vet was an ass. He had no bedside manner.Hemade me feel like the whole situation was my fault.He'd HAVE to rehydrate, he'd HAVE to do bloodwork, he'd HAVE to keep her during the day - like I wasn't going to be paying him for his efforts. I was in tears, which didn't make him respect me any more.Quite frankly, he scared the hell out of me, and as it's all of our deepest fears that it really IS our fault, I was a mess.He retested her for FeLV+ (she'd been rescued from a house full of cats, so may have been exposed close to rescue and the first testing).I took her home as she'd perked back up, the fluids really helped, and she rebounded fully.Despite this, when he called to tell me that she was positive and anemic and had maybe a month to live, told me to expect to see rapid deterioration, blah, blah, blah, I was again distraught.The next week, against the back drop of her romping around and talking to herself, chasing bits of dust, knocking things over (her favorite was to knock my glass of water onto me at night), trying to escape, I called everyone that I knew hysterically telling them that my cat was dying.The vet said so. Eventually, emotionally spent.I hung up the phone, slumped down against the wall and lethargically, tearfully gazed over at her across the room. Making eye contact, she marched over and placed a World Cup worthy head butt against my pathetic forehead.I giggled. And I realized that I was being a dumass.Maybe she had this disease. Maybe she was dying, but who of us isn't?She wasn't dead, and I was wasting time being a melodramatic human.So instead of focusing on how she was going to die, I focused on how she was going to live.I didn't have any support, but I found a raw feeding list and, though I didn't switch to raw for a while, I started researching the feline diet. And I put her on a better food.And I moved into the city and found a good vet.I took her in for check-ups and loved the heck out of that cat until she passed two years after I'd adopted her of a heart attack (myocardial infarction).Yes, my life infarcted at that point, and I still miss my sweet marshmallow-y friend, who would lay on my arm at night and purr, and gaze into my eyes like she was proud of me.But she'd led me to another positive cat to adopt, Hepburn.And Hepburn led me to Satchmo that I have today (also positive).And Sushi, after all, after all that that jerk vet said, never did deterioriate.Never did succomb to the leukemia. I owned Hep for 2 1/2 years, she did die of FIP, which was probably leukemia related, but I'd gotten her as an older kitten, so even there, she was on the high end of her life expectency and she, too, was an amazing, happy, healthy cat until the end. Satch I've had for two years now, I adopted him at 5 years old, so we don't know when he was exposed to the virus, but he's the biggest, stompiest guy you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting, and other than being susceptible to URI's (which as long as I don't bring home sick kittens that already have URI's) hasn't been any problem.I have high hopes for him going a very long time.And I'm thinking of adopting him a friend - either a positive kitten or a negative adult cat - once he stops coughing. I know that this has been long, and work is piling up, but I just wanted to tell you my story.Let you know that I understand what you're feeling, but take your cues from Crackers.Is he laying around in dirty pajamas, watching Ricki Lake, stumbling amongst empty Chinese take out cartons, wondering why me?This is a terrible illness, but not one that is powerful enough to take the good times away while they are here. Get a new vet.Pinpoint when Crackers was exposed. What happened to Pokemon?Was she positive?Put Crackers on a good diet - there are lots to choose from ranging from Max Cat to raw feeding - expensive
Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.
Leslie - that was an inspired post - thank you for the reminder ~ Evan --- Leslie [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Kayte, My first FeLV+ cat was also the first cat that I ever owned on my own. I'd grown up with all sorts of critters, but it took a few years after graduating college to finally get in a situation where I could own my first all mine pet. I'd been wanting this cat forever. I found Sushi at a shelter, she was 2 years old and demanded that I take her home that very instant. I L-O-V-E-D that cat. The shelter had tested for leukemia and FIV before I adopted her and she'd tested negative. One month after having her home, she was very lethargic. I ran with her in a carrier to a vet that I'd seen near my apartment, but I'd never met. This was New York City (Queens), so not having a car, and not wanting to subject a cat to a subway ride, I was pretty limited in my vet choices. The vet was an ass. He had no bedside manner. He made me feel like the whole situation was my fault. He'd HAVE to rehydrate, he'd HAVE to do bloodwork, he'd HAVE to keep her during the day - like I wasn't going to be paying him for his efforts. I was in tears, which didn't make him respect me any more. Quite frankly, he scared the hell out of me, and as it's all of our deepest fears that it really IS our fault, I was a mess. He retested her for FeLV+ (she'd been rescued from a house full of cats, so may have been exposed close to rescue and the first testing). I took her home as she'd perked back up, the fluids really helped, and she rebounded fully. Despite this, when he called to tell me that she was positive and anemic and had maybe a month to live, told me to expect to see rapid deterioration, blah, blah, blah, I was again distraught. The next week, against the back drop of her romping around and talking to herself, chasing bits of dust, knocking things over (her favorite was to knock my glass of water onto me at night), trying to escape, I called everyone that I knew hysterically telling them that my cat was dying. The vet said so. Eventually, emotionally spent. I hung up the phone, slumped down against the wall and lethargically, tearfully gazed over at her across the room. Making eye contact, she marched over and placed a World Cup worthy head butt against my pathetic forehead. I giggled. And I realized that I was being a dumass. Maybe she had this disease. Maybe she was dying, but who of us isn't? She wasn't dead, and I was wasting time being a melodramatic human. So instead of focusing on how she was going to die, I focused on how she was going to live. I didn't have any support, but I found a raw feeding list and, though I didn't switch to raw for a while, I started researching the feline diet. And I put her on a better food. And I moved into the city and found a good vet. I took her in for check-ups and loved the heck out of that cat until she passed two years after I'd adopted her of a heart attack (myocardial infarction). Yes, my life infarcted at that point, and I still miss my sweet marshmallow-y friend, who would lay on my arm at night and purr, and gaze into my eyes like she was proud of me. But she'd led me to another positive cat to adopt, Hepburn. And Hepburn led me to Satchmo that I have today (also positive). And Sushi, after all, after all that that jerk vet said, never did deterioriate. Never did succomb to the leukemia. I owned Hep for 2 1/2 years, she did die of FIP, which was probably leukemia related, but I'd gotten her as an older kitten, so even there, she was on the high end of her life expectency and she, too, was an amazing, happy, healthy cat until the end. Satch I've had for two years now, I adopted him at 5 years old, so we don't know when he was exposed to the virus, but he's the biggest, stompiest guy you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting, and other than being susceptible to URI's (which as long as I don't bring home sick kittens that already have URI's) hasn't been any problem. I have high hopes for him going a very long time. And I'm thinking of adopting him a friend - either a positive kitten or a negative adult cat - once he stops coughing. I know that this has been long, and work is piling up, but I just wanted to tell you my story. Let you know that I understand what you're feeling, but take your cues from Crackers. Is he laying around in dirty pajamas, watching Ricki Lake, stumbling amongst empty Chinese take out cartons, wondering why me? This is a terrible illness, but not one that is powerful enough to take the good times away while they are here. Get a new vet. Pinpoint when Crackers was exposed. What happened to Pokemon? Was she positive? Put Crackers on a good diet - there are lots to choose from ranging from Max Cat to raw feeding - expensive doesn't always mean good, nor does the fact of it being sold out of a vet's office. Do some reading about which ingredients should be there and which shouldn't. A lot of people
Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.
Leslie, A wonderful tribute to Sushi what you she learned together. All of us should remember it, whether it is FeLV we are dealing with or any of the other kitty ills that can so easily reduce us to helpless fear. I was told that Ambrose, my first CRF kitty, who was diagnosed in 1997, would be gone in 6 months. He lived for 3 happy healthy years before dying of heart disease. Troika, who was diagnosed with fibrosarcoma in 2000, was given 9 months, lived for 6 more years cancer-free. Vets are good vets are jackasses. We should be careful about their pronouncements, regardless of which they are. After all, it's our kitty we know them better than anyone it's we who are committed to that kitty's life, be it for years or months. And that life can should be joyous, regardless of what the numbers say. Pam - Original Message - From: Leslie To: Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 1:09 PM Subject: Re: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p. Thank you, Wendy! Message: 10Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 07:06:09 -0700 (PDT)From: wendy [EMAIL PROTECTED]Subject: To Leslie: Re: crackers IFA was positive need help a.s.a.p.To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgMessage-ID: [EMAIL PROTECTED]Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1Leslie-I loved this post.You are one cool cat.:)Wendy--- Leslie [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:Kayte, My first FeLV+ cat was also the first cat that I ever owned on my own.I'd grown up with all sorts of critters, but it took a few years after graduating college to finally get in a situation where I could own my first "all mine" pet.I'd been wanting this cat forever. I found Sushi at a shelter, she was 2 years old and demanded that I take her home that very instant.I L-O-V-E-D that cat.The shelter had tested for leukemia and FIV before I adopted her and she'd tested negative.One month after having her home, she was very lethargic.I ran with her in a carrier to a vet that I'd seen near my apartment, but I'd never met.This was New York City (Queens), so not having a car, and not wanting to subject a cat to a subway ride, I was pretty limited in my vet choices.The vet was an ass. He had no bedside manner.Hemade me feel like the whole situation was my fault.He'd HAVE to rehydrate, he'd HAVE to do bloodwork, he'd HAVE to keep her during the day - like I wasn't going to be paying him for his efforts. I was in tears, which didn't make him respect me any more.Quite frankly, he scared the hell out of me, and as it's all of our deepest fears that it really IS our fault, I was a mess.He retested her for FeLV+ (she'd been rescued from a house full of cats, so may have been exposed close to rescue and the first testing).I took her home as she'd perked back up, the fluids really helped, and she rebounded fully.Despite this, when he called to tell me that she was positive and anemic and had "maybe" a month to live, told me to expect to see rapid deterioration, blah, blah, blah, I was again distraught.The next week, against the back drop of her romping around and talking to herself, chasing bits of dust, knocking things over (her favorite was to knock my glass of water onto me at night), trying to escape, I called everyone that I knew hysterically telling them that my cat was dying.The vet said so. Eventually, emotionally spent.I hung up the phone, slumped down against the wall and lethargically, tearfully gazed over at her across the room. Making eye contact, she marched over and placed a World Cup worthy head butt against my pathetic forehead.I giggled. And I realized that I was being a dumass.Maybe she had this disease. Maybe she was dying, but who of us isn't?She wasn't dead, and I was wasting time being a melodramatic human.So instead of focusing on how she was going to die, I focused on how she was going to live.I didn't have any support, but I found a raw feeding list and, though I didn't switch to raw for a while, I started researching the feline diet. And I put her on a better food.And I moved into the city and found a good vet.I took her in for check-ups and loved the heck out of that cat until she passed two years after I'd adopted her of a heart attack (myocardial infarction).Yes, my life infarcted at that point, and I still miss my sweet marshmallow-y friend, who would lay on my arm at night and purr, and gaze into my eyes like she was proud of me.But she'd led me to another positive cat to adopt, Hepburn.And Hepburn led me to Satchmo that I have today (also positive).And Sushi, after all, after all that that jerk vet said, never did deterioria
