My heart goes out to you - you made the right choice for Buzz, and you
made it from love. It seems that alot of kitties do NOT like going to the
vet (thus, do not like being put in a carrier) - my Cinders (not FeLV+)
also fought her last trip even tho the tumor in the back of her throat had
grown enough that she only lapped at the juices in her food for over a
Sleep soft, dear Buzz...
As far as a donation to James goes, you can donate online to him - just go
to the website: http://www.felineleukemia.org/
and on the bottom of the Menu box is a link to the Donate to Our Cause
page. If you pay by check, you can add a note saying it's In Memory of
Buzz. I'm not sure if there is a comments section for paypal, but you
can always send him a separate note anyway...
Kat (Mew Jersey)
On Fri, 21 Nov 2008, Sue Frank Koren wrote:
Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2008 16:20:28 -0500
From: Sue Frank Koren [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: [Felvtalk] Buzz is gone
Today I had to have my sweet little kitty Buzz PTS. I feel like a very large
piece of me is missing.
The first time I saw Buzz I fell in love with him. He was terrified,
cowering between two up-ended mattresses in an unused bedroom at my brothers'
house. He had been abused by neighborhood boys in an urban area where my
brother used to live. When my sister in law, Lee, rescued him he was very
sick, full of parasites, starving and near death. She and my brother nursed
him back to physical health but he was still terrified of people. They named
him Buzz Saw because of the way his claws flew whenever anyone got near him.
That day Lee caught him in a blanket and handed him to me. I sat with him
and gently pet him and talked to him. Within about 20 minutes he was
purring. Before we left that day he reached up to me and touched noses.
After about a week I talked my husband into keeping him. When I brought him
home I put him into our study so he had a smaller space to get used to, and
to keep him separate from the other cats. When I took him to the vet a few
days later his feline leukemia test came back positive. Buzz was going to
live in the study for quite a while so I filled it with cat toys and a cat
tree and pretty much spoiled him as much as much as I could. Every evening I
would spend hours with him. I was working on a computer project and he kept
me company with that. That is how it was from January of '07 to April. At
that point it was clear that keeping him separate was not working. We
vaccinated the other cats for feline leukemia and released Buzzy into the
rest of the house. He loved his new freedom and became every ones quiet
little shadow. He loved to watch what was going on. His favorite place was a
window bench that looks out on the bird feeder. At night he either slept on
a ledge right behind my head or cuddled up next to me, purring. When July
came I noticed that he seemed to have no energy and was not eating. When we
took him to the vet the diagnosis was anemia. With heavy doses of
prednesolone his health and red blood count began to come back. I was so
happy watching my sweet boy gaining back his energy and appetite. While he
was recuperating I would take him out to sit on the deck on my lap. He loved
sniffing the outdoor smells and feeling the warm sunshine on his fur. He
would sit and purr out there for as long as I could sit and hold him. In the
evenings Buzzy loved to chase DaBird and the laser pointer. His blood was
being tested every couple of weeks and soon it was in the normal range. We
began to back off on the prednesolone. For several weeks everything was
going well until the week that his blood count started going the wrong
direction. I prayed that it was just the one time but unfortunately not.
That horrible disease was in his bone marrow and the medication was no longer
helping. For the last several weeks I watched as he became more and more
lethargic. We offered him every special treat we could think of to keep him
eating and he would nibble on those tidbits almost to the end. He would sit
all day on his window seat and for the last week we carried him to the litter
box. He always watched every move I made as I moved around the kitchen.
Today when he just put his head down in exhaustion instead of watching, I
knew it was time to say goodbye to my darling boy. When I took him to the vet
I told him how much I have loved him and asked him to meet me at the bridge.
Then he went to sleep in my arms. I will miss him so very much, but now he
is in a place where there is no feline leukemia.
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