Re: Praying for Ginger
Hi Michelle, I hope Ginger is feeling better today...I know how you feel as we are searching for answers for my Buster right now, too..Still watching his protein level and PCV. We will keep you and Ginger in our thoughts and prayers..for a speedy recovery.. Take care, Kerry, Bandy, Buster and Lil Rascal Yahoo! Mail Use Photomail to share photos without annoying attachments.
Ginger
Hey Michelle, Just wanted to let you know I will be thinking and praying for Ginger and you today. When you feel ready, keep us posted. I hope you get good news soon. :) Wendy __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Kerry R/Dad-OT
Hey Kerry, I've been praying for your dad. I hope he is doing well. And you too. Keep us posted when you are able. :) Wendy __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: Praying for Ginger
I am so sorry to hear that about Ginger. I will be praying for all of you and hoping for a miracle. Cindy --- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: She is breathing on her own, but not waking up. She could be permanently brain damaged. They say that people in vegetative states can still sense and hear, so Gray and I are meeting there to see her and be with her. I do not know what is going to happen. If she revives, the neurologist recommended doing a biopsy, because there is a very small chance that it could be an infection in her brain and not a tumor, and if so they might be able to cure it entirely. But she thinks it is a tumor. She said if she were her cat, and she revives, she would do the biopsy and if it is an infection treat it aggressively, and if it is a tumor try chemotherapy to see if there is an immediate response but if not then to not put her through any more. I am thinking about all of this but can not really know what to do, especially since she may never wake up. I am just going to go there. michelle __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
A cure for people/animals with cancer?...Graviola?
Hey guys, Posted below is a good portion of an article that was sent to me by a girl on the hyper-T group. I will try to get the rest of the article. I'm not sure it's even going to go through, as it's long. Here is a link where you can read more and I believe buy graviola: http://www.rain-tree.com/graviola.htm. You might want to do some more research on the graviola, but from what this article says, it may be promising for all living beings with cancer. :) Wendy HEALTH SCIENCES INSTITUTE on GRAVIOLA Members Alert for January 2001 Vol.5, No 7 Billion-dollar Drug Company Nearly Squashes Astounding Research on Natural Cancer Killer Colon and breast cancer conquered with miracle tree from the Amazon found to be 10,000 times stronger than chemotherapy. Since our inception in 1996, Health Sciences Institute has scoured the world to find cutting-edge treatments few people have access to or have even heard about. And sometimes, what we uncover startles even the medical mavericks on our board. Two months ago, we learned about an astounding cancer-fighting tree from the Amazon that has literally sent shock waves through the HSI network. Today, the future of cancer treatment and the chances of survival look more promising than ever. There's a healing tree that grows deep within the Amazon rain forest in South America that could literally change how you, your doctor, and possibly the rest of the world think about curing cancer. With extracts from this powerful tree, it may now be possible to... conquer cancer safely and effectively with an all-natural therapy that doesn't cause extreme nausea, weight loss, and hair loss protect your immune system and evade deadly infections feel strong and healthy throughout the course of treatment boost your energy and improve your outlook on life. Through a series of confidential communications involving a researcher from one of America's largest pharmaceutical companies, this ancient tree's anticancerous properties have recently come to light. Although not yet tested in human trials, the tree has been studied in more than 20 laboratory tests since the 1970s, where it's been shown to: Effectively target and kill malignant cells in 12 different types of cancer, including colon, breast, prostate, lung, and pancreatic cancer; be 10,000 times stronger in killing colon cancer cells than Adriamycin, a commonly used chemotherapeutic drug ; selectively hunt down and kill cancer cells without harming healthy cells, unlike chemotherapy. So why isn't every health publication extolling the benefits of this treatment? Why hasn't it been made widely available throughout the natural-medicine community? And, if it's only half as promising as it appears to be, why isn't every oncologist at every major hospital insisting on using it on all his patients? Especially when you consider that since the early 1990s, extensive independent research-- including research by one of today's leading drug companies and by the National Cancer Institute--confirms that the tree's chemical extracts attack and destroy cancer cells with lethal precision. Graviola is 10,000 times stronger in killing colon cancer than Adriamycin, a commonly used chemotherapeutic drug. The answer to these difficult questions can only be explained by recounting a disturbing story we recently uncovered. More than anything else we've reported on this year, the story of this Amazon cancer treatment reinforces the need for groups like HSI and illustrates how asily our options for medical treatment are controlled by money and power. News of this amazing tree was nearly lost forever. A confidential source, whose account we've been able to independently confirm, revealed that a billion-dollar drug company in the United States tried for nearly seven years to synthesize two of the tree's most powerful anticancerous chemicals. In the early 1990s, behind lock and key, this well-known drug giant began searching for a cure for cancer--while preciously guarding their opportunity to patent it and, therefore, profit from it. Research focused on a legendary healing tree called Graviola. Parts of the tree--including the bark, leaves, roots, fruit, and fruit seeds--had been used for centuries by medicine men and native Indians in South America to treat heart disease, asthma, liver problems, and arthritis. Going on little documented scientific evidence, the company poured money and resources into testing Graviola's anticancerous properties--and they were shocked by the results. Graviola was a cancer-killing dynamo. But that's where the story of Graviola nearly ended. The pharmaceutical company had a big problem. They'd spent years trying to isolate and create man-made duplicates of two of the tree's most powerful chemicals. But they'd hit a brick wall. They couldn't replicate the original. And they couldn't sell the tree extract itself profitably-because federal law mandates that natural substances can't be patented. That meant the
Re: Praying for Ginger
Michelle, My heart aches for you I know the feeling of when they won't wake up from being putting under so well. It is heart wrenching I certainly do hope like hell she does wake up for you. Hope she can endure the treatment but if not she tried bless her soul. Bless her little heart and you trying to help her. I'm sending a bunch of positive energy and hope for the best. You all are in my thoughts and prayers! In a message dated 2/21/2006 2:16:33 PM Pacific Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: She is breathing on her own, but not waking up. She could be permanently brain damaged. They say that people in vegetative states can still sense and hear, so Gray and I are meeting there to see her and be with her. I do not know what is going to happen. If she revives, the neurologist recommended doing a biopsy, because there is a very small chance that it could be an infection in her brain and not a tumor, and if so they might be able to cure it entirely. But she thinks it is a tumor. She said if she were her cat, and she revives, she would do the biopsy and if it is an infection treat it aggressively, and if it is a tumor try chemotherapy to see if there is an immediate response but if not then to not put her through any more. I am thinking about all of this but can not really know what to do, especially since she may never wake up. I am just going to go there. michelle Terrie MohrTAZZY'S ANIMAL TRANSPORTSSIAMESE COLLIE RESCUEOwner/DriverCheck sites for available Siameses for adoption!http://www.tazzys-siameses-collies.petfinder.org/Click Here to Join WASHINGTON SIAMESE RESCUE Yahoo Group!http://groups.yahoo.com/group/wasiameserescuehttp://hometown.aol.com/tatorbunz/index.htmlhttp://hometown.aol.com/tatorbunz/myhomepage/petmemorial.htmlPetfinder.comAdopt a Homeless Pet!http://www.petfinder.com/http://www.felineleukemia.org/http://www.petloss.com/TAZZY'S ANIMAL TRANSPORTShttps://www.paypal.com/http://www.frappr.com/wasiameserescue
Ginger is gone
---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
RE: Ginger is gone
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
Re: Ginger is gone
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
Re: Ginger is gone
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
Re: Ginger is gone
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
Re: Ginger is gone
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
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 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,
Re: Ginger is gone
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 Sending healing thoughts and prayers for Ginger. Carla From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, February 21, 2006 8:32 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: Praying for Ginger I brought her back to the hospital last night after she tried to get up and fell into her water dish and just lay there. The ER vet said he thought she had slight pancreatitis from something in her GI tract, put her on fluids, etc. But the internist this morning said he thinks there is something wrong with her brain, because when laying on her back her eyes are moving up and down, and because she had balance problems last night. He is having a neurologist look at her later this morning. He said she is a little brighter this morning (anything would be brighter than how she was last night though) but that he is very concerned about the possibility of a brain problem. I am very worried about her, and have a terrible feeling. I pray it is an inner ear infection or something like that. Please pray for her. Michelle
RE: Ginger is Gone
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
RE: Ginger is gone
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 in a
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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
Furangel Ginger and other Furangels that have moved on to the bridge
Michelle, What a story of "Ginger's Life" with you and Gray plus the other furkids in the home. So much love She is now free chasing butterflies with Simon at the bridge. The day will come when you will be together again. You both arein my thoughts and prayers. I have a candle lit right now for a comforting passing for those headed to the bridge. By reading her story reminded a lot of Taz in his last stages with the tumor in his skull. He wouldn't wake up either so a choice had to be made. His tumors were the secondary illness it wasn't the FELV itself that made him sick. I have to admit I'm shedding tears writing this to you and the list of wonderful people. We have had too many losses lately. I'm so sorry.thank god for you all that took these furbabies into your homes. This is so saddamn this disease! In a message dated 2/22/2006 8:15:37 AM Pacific Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: 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
Re: Furangel Ginger and other Furangels that have moved on to the bridge
What did Taz not wake up from? surgery or a scan or something else? I had not heard of any positives getting the lymphoma in their brains before, so this was truly a shock to me. But it sounds like it happened to Taz too. I'm sorry. They did not tell me that this was a risk of the anesthesia for the MRI-- they just said it was light anesthesia when I asked. Afterwards they said it happens so rarely, just to a small percentage of cats with really large brain tumors, and they did not know she had one of those until she was already under for the scan. But Gray says, and it is probably true, that if they had warned us of a 3% risk of her never waking up from the scan, we probably would have done it anyway, because the risk sounds small and they had said that whatever they found in the MRI could probably be treated in some way but that they had to know what it was in order to treat it. I am just so sorry, even if that is true, that her last waking hour was being transported by people she did not know to the MRI center and being knocked out there. She was a friendly cat, and not fearful generally, so I hope it was not terrible. But when I brought her back to the ER the third time, at midnight on Sunday, she gave such a cry when we got inside that I worried she was scared and upset to be back there. But she seemed like she was dying at home, and they said that she perked up there from the IV drip and the drugs they gave her, and that before they transported her for the MRI they let her walk around a bit, and though she was walking in circles due to the tumor, she still walked over to a cage with a puppy in it and wanted to see the puppy. I hope she could hear us while she was unconscious at the end, and knew that we were there with her and had not abandoned her. Most of my animals have died at home, and it is very hard to know that her last day was spent at a hospital in a cage with strangers. The tech at the MRI place told me that as she put Ginger under for the scan, she held her and kissed her and pet her as she fell asleep. I don't know if that comforted Ginger, since she did not know her, but I hope that it did. I am so worried that she thought we had abandoned her there. If I had known the MRI was in a different facility, I think I would have asked if I could transport her there myself. But I thought it was in the same building, and was waiting for the results, and for her to come out of the anesthesia, before going to visit her. But she never did. It is really hard not having her here. It feels so strange, the house feels so wrong. I had been hoping to be here in this new house longer before having to feel this way about it. I'm glad she had the 7 months here though. She loved the stream behind it, and she got to live in the house with us. At our old house, my positives lived in a free-standing garage converted to studio, with a yard and all, but I had to go out to it to spent time with them, and though Gray was always complaining that I was out there all the time, it still did not feel like a lot, or like living in the house with them. They lived in there because we had three rambunctious large dogs in the house, and a negative cat, and I adopted 6 positives and that was the only set-up Gray and I could agree on, and I thought they were freer from stress than having to deal with the dogs, who scared some of them. But here they live in the house with us (our negative lives in our bedroom, much to his chagrin), and I would sleep with them in the guest room sometimes, and they seem happier to me. So I am glad Ginger got to be here for half a year, anyway. Though she always seemed happy in MA too, since the world was her toybox and she had Simon and her yard and lots of toys. I could never find any of the medicine bottles because no matter where I put them she would find them and roll them around their little house until they got stuck under furniture. I would have to crawl around looking for them under things so I could medicate whoever was sick, and Ginger would follow me around while I did that, finding it very interesting that I was crawling on the floor. Michelle In a message dated 2/22/2006 2:34:03 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: By reading her story reminded a lot of Taz in his last stages with the tumor in his skull. He wouldn't wake up either so a choice had to be made. His tumors were the secondary illness it wasn't the FELV itself that made him sick.
Re: Ginger is Gone
Dear Michelle, "A gentle sleep is sometimes the kindest answer . to the most impossible question of all ." With deepest sympathy, Marlene
Re: Ginger is gone
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
RE: Furangel Ginger and other Furangels that have moved on to thebridge
Michelle Ginger was and still is so lucky to have a mom like you who loves her and all of her sisters and brothers to the maximum. If I were a kitty, I would feel so fortunate to be taken care by you and to have known you. I know that the house is going to feel very empty for a long time, or will feel so indefinitely I still call out Garfunkles name so loud everything I go in to the room where he was in,, I could always almost see him coming down to greet me every day..and my tears then will start falling and there is nothing that stops from falling.. From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 1:00 PM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: Furangel Ginger and other Furangels that have moved on to thebridge What did Taz not wake up from? surgery or a scan or something else? I had not heard of any positives getting the lymphoma in their brains before, so this was truly a shock to me. But it sounds like it happened to Taz too. I'm sorry. They did not tell me that this was a risk of the anesthesia for the MRI-- they just said it was light anesthesia when I asked. Afterwards they said it happens so rarely, just to a small percentage of cats with really large brain tumors, and they did not know she had one of those until she was already under for the scan. But Gray says, and it is probably true, that if they had warned us of a 3% risk of her never waking up from the scan, we probably would have done it anyway, because the risk sounds small and they had said that whatever they found in the MRI could probably be treated in some way but that they had to know what it was in order to treat it. I am just so sorry, even if that is true, that her last waking hour was being transported by people she did not know to the MRI center and being knocked out there. She was a friendly cat, and not fearful generally, so I hope it was not terrible. But when I brought her back to the ER the third time, at midnight on Sunday, she gave such a cry when we got inside that I worried she was scared and upset to be back there. But she seemed like she was dying at home, and they said that she perked up there from the IV drip and the drugs they gave her, and that before they transported her for the MRI they let her walk around a bit, and though she was walking in circles due to the tumor, she still walked over to a cage with a puppy in it and wanted to see the puppy. I hope she could hear us while she was unconscious at the end, and knew that we were there with her and had not abandoned her. Most of my animals have died at home, and it is very hard to know that her last day was spent at a hospital in a cage with strangers. The tech at the MRI place told me that as she put Ginger under for the scan, she held her and kissed her and pet her as she fell asleep. I don't know if that comforted Ginger, since she did not know her, but I hope that it did. I am so worried that she thought we had abandoned her there. If I had known the MRI was in a different facility, I think I would have asked if I could transport her there myself. But I thought it was in the same building, and was waiting for the results, and for her to come out of the anesthesia, before going to visit her. But she never did. It is really hard not having her here. It feels so strange, the house feels so wrong. I had been hoping to be here in this new house longer before having to feel this way about it. I'm glad she had the 7 months here though. She loved the stream behind it, and she got to live in the house with us. At our old house, my positives lived in a free-standing garage converted to studio, with a yard and all, but I had to go out to it to spent time with them, and though Gray was always complaining that I was out there all the time, it still did not feel like a lot, or like living in the house with them. They lived in there because we had three rambunctious large dogs in the house, and a negative cat, and I adopted 6 positives and that was the only set-up Gray and I could agree on, and I thought they were freer from stress than having to deal with the dogs, who scared some of them. But here they live in the house with us (our negative lives in our bedroom, much to his chagrin), and I would sleep with them in the guest room sometimes, and they seem happier to me. So I am glad Ginger got to be here for half a year, anyway. Though she always seemed happy in MA too, since the world was her toybox and she had Simon and her yard and lots of toys. I could never find any of the medicine bottles because no matter where I put them she would find them and roll them around their little house until they got stuck under furniture. I would have to crawl around looking for them under things so I could medicate whoever was sick, and Ginger would follow me around while I did that, finding it very interesting that I was crawling on the floor. Michelle
Re: Furangel Ginger and other Furangels that have moved on to the bridge
Sorry so long.. He had surgery which went well. Vet said he should make recovery. It was the anesthesia that was the risk of him not waking up. They said because he was FELV didn't know if his body could handle being put under. Even though he petted and love on them in my presence. He didn't look sick or act sick and was a good candidate for the surgery. My Vets were checking on him every 15 minutes just to see if there was any movement like the tail, ears, any type of twitching on his body. My Vets called me every half hour to give me updates. They were awesome they loved him as well. He had been one of their favorites since he was a tiny little scrapper. He went under about 10:30 am I had to let him go about 6:00pm actually it was my husband that called to let him go. I wasn't able to say good-bye to him I was out of control at that time. It was so hard I was heartbroken and angry. Of course I ask the question: "Why Taz he never did any harm to anyone?" I remember leaving himwith the Vet Tech as she walked away from me I heard him talking to me. But it wasn't a bad or hurtful cry. I will never forget that as long as I live. He love everyone that came in contact with him, even people that didn't like cats...liked him. I'm so sorry about "Ginger" I feel your painyou mentioned the house feels strange and so wrong. I totally agree with you. I had just moved into my home 3-4 months prior to Taz's passing. I no longer live there have since bought some property will be moving next week. I never did feel comfortable there. I'm shedding tears as I write this to you because this shouldn't have to happen any ofour kitties. It still hurts even though he died Jan 16th 2002 In a message dated 2/22/2006 12:01:01 PM Pacific Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: What did Taz not wake up from? surgery or a scan or something else? I had not heard of any positives getting the lymphoma in their brains before, so this was truly a shock to me. But it sounds like it happened to Taz too. I'm sorry. They did not tell me that this was a risk of the anesthesia for the MRI-- they just said it was light anesthesia when I asked. Afterwards they said it happens so rarely, just to a small percentage of cats with really large brain tumors, and they did not know she had one of those until she was already under for the scan. But Gray says, and it is probably true, that if they had warned us of a 3% risk of her never waking up from the scan, we probably would have done it anyway, because the risk sounds small and they had said that whatever they found in the MRI could probably be treated in some way but that they had to know what it was in order to treat it. I am just so sorry, even if that is true, that her last waking hour was being transported by people she did not know to the MRI center and being knocked out there. She was a friendly cat, and not fearful generally, so I hope it was not terrible. But when I brought her back to the ER the third time, at midnight on Sunday, she gave such a cry when we got inside that I worried she was scared and upset to be back there. But she seemed like she was dying at home, and they said that she perked up there from the IV drip and the drugs they gave her, and that before they transported her for the MRI they let her walk around a bit, and though she was walking in circles due to the tumor, she still walked over to a cage with a puppy in it and wanted to see the puppy. I hope she could hear us while she was unconscious at the end, and knew that we were there with her and had not abandoned her. Most of my animals have died at home, and it is very hard to know that her last day was spent at a hospital in a cage with strangers. The tech at the MRI place told me that as she put Ginger under for the scan, she held her and kissed her and pet her as she fell asleep. I don't know if that comforted Ginger, since she did not know her, but I hope that it did. I am so worried that she thought we had abandoned her there. If I had known the MRI was in a different facility, I think I would have asked if I could transport her there myself. But I thought it was in the same building, and was waiting for the results, and for her to come out of the anesthesia, before going to visit her. But she never did. It is really hard not having her here. It feels so strange, the house feels so wrong. I had been hoping to be here in this new house longer before having to feel this way about it. I'm glad she had the 7 months here though. She loved the stream behind it, and she got to live in the house with us. At our old house, my positives lived in a free-standing garage converted to studio, with a yard and all, but I had to go out to it to spent time with them, and though Gray was always complaining that I was out there all the time, it still did not feel like a lot, or like living in the house with them. They lived in there because we had three rambunctious large dogs in the house, and a negative
Ginger is Gone
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
Re: Furangel Ginger and other Furangels that have moved on to the bridge
Although it was an MRI and not surgery with Ginger, the story otherwise sounds the same. I am sorry. I had never heard of anything like this happening. I guess it is not so rare after all. I do not think it was the FeLV that made Taz react that way to the anesthesia. I think it was swelling in his brain from the tumor, which was increased from the anesthesia. That is what the neurologist and the MRI vet said happened with Ginger. I did not know that anesthesia can cause pressure on the brain. I think that is actually the risk it causes. I never knew what it was about anesthesia that was dangerous. And when there are large tumors or there is swelling in the brain already, the pressure can be too much and cause the brain to herniate, and then they can not wake up. Ginger's ears did start twitching, and were twitching for a couple of hours. But the neurologist said that what had happened to her brain would prevent her from gaining full consciousness. I am so sorry, for you, for Taz, and for my Ginger. Michelle In a message dated 2/22/2006 3:59:30 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: My Vets were checking on him every 15 minutes just to see if there was any movement like the tail, ears, any type of twitching on his body. My Vets called me every half hour to give me updates. They were awesome they loved him as well. He had been one of their favorites since he was a tiny little scrapper.
Re: Ginger
Michelle,I am behind, but I hope by now Ginger is feeling better!tonya[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:I am so worried, though the vets do not seem to be. We took her to a different emergency room at 5 am, one with a veterinary referral center during the day with internists, because she got almost completely limp. They put her on IV fluids and by the time the internist came in at 8 he apparently thought she looked fine. The ultrasounded her and did not see anything wrong or any objects in her, only thing was her bile looked thick around her gall bladder, which is apparently common in some healthy cats as well. They x-rayed her and did not see the white circles anywhere. They gave her a shot of pepcid and an antibiotic shot, and fed her half a can of fancy feast salmon which they said she ate hungrily. The internist said he could keep her another night on IV fluids but that it was ok to take her home. He said three things could be the case: 1) that she ingested something that is making its way out of her system now through her intestines and that it gave her a stomach ache and she just still does not feel great, 2) she has some kind of virus or low-grade bacterial infection that did not raise her wbc, or 3) she has some sort of cancer that they can not see, but he did not think it was this because there were no clinical signs and because she perked up and ate just from pepcid and IV fluids. He did not do blood work again, but went by the blood work from yesterday morning. We went to get her, and she did not look right, but was brighter and trying to get her bandage off and walked around the room a little, so we took her home. Upon getting in the car, she climbed on my lap and bascially passed out asleep. When she got home, I put her on a bed, and she fell asleep stretched out flat on her belly with her face down in the covers. She has been like that ever since. We called the internist after a couple of hours, and he said to give her more time, that she is probably just tired and finally able to sleep now that she is home, and to call back if she seems weaker. Well, about an hour ago I tried to give her food and she gave one lick, then stood up and fell over sideways. She got up again a minute or so later and went to jump off the bed, so I took her and put her in the litter box, where she immediately sunk into a laying down position and peed, and then just continued to lay there. I picked her up and put her back on the bed, but she got up and wanted down, so I put her on the floor. She took two steps and collapsed on my jacket, and has been sleeping there ever since, again flat on her belly with her face in front of her in my jacket. Her breathing is a little fast, but not much (36 breaths per minute, normal is listed as 20-30 per minute). I called and tried to talk to the internist again to ask him if this is what he meant by weaker, but he would not get on the phone with me and told them to tell me that if I think she is worse and am not comfortable having her at home to bring her in. I don't know what to do. They seem to think there is nothing wrong because there are no clinical signs and she ate while there, and I think all they will do if I bring her back in is give her IV fluids, which the internist said can not have been the difference between her being alert at the vet and collapsing in the car because she would take a few hours for the effects of IV fluids to wear off. I did give her periactin yesterday morning trying to get her to eat, and I gave her a full dose (because she had taken it in the past without problem, but I am not sure if it was a full dose or half dose, as I am usually very cautious with periactin), and Gray thinks that perhaps the Periactin combined with her not feeling good from something and exhaustion of going to 2 emergency vets in 24 hours and having blood drawn, 2 sets of x-rays and an ultrasound just might be making her feel completely exhausted and weak. What do you think I should do? If she really is just totally exhausted, I do not want to cart her an hour back there and have her put in a cage and hooked up again. They also were really bad at keeping me updated or returning my calls. But I am scared, too, because she looks like she is dying. Except she is not throwing up, having diarrhea, panting or gasping, and she ate half a can of food before leaving the vet this morning... But Gray just printed some things out, which even yesterday afternoon made her jump off the bed and run to the printer to play with it, and she did not even register that she heard it. Please say lots of prayers for her. She is almost 7, which makes me anxious as she has been positive most if not all her life. The internist said there was no evidence that was is going on has anything to do with her FeLV, but I am scared. Thanks, MichelleIn a message dated 2/20/2006 3:02:11 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: Michelle,Please let us know how
Re: Ginger is gone
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
Re: Ginger is gone
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
Foster Home urgently needed for FeLV cat
I run Mississauga Animal Rescue, in Mississauga, Ont, Canada and today picked up an injured male cat. "Jorge" issix years old (DSH grey) and aside from testing positive for Leukemia is scheduled to have his hind right leg amputated due to a very serious injury that went untreated for some time and has now turned to gangrene. The leg cannot be saved and he will require a few weeks hospitalization to get back to health. All this we are willing to take care of, but the dilemma now is where to house him. Mississauga Animal Rescue is willing to cover all his expenses (veterinary and otherwise) for the duration of his life, but we need to find a safe, caring, nurturing home without uninfected cats. We do not have any space available in our present network of foster homes, as everyone is already overloaded with cats and cannot risk infecting other cats. The vaccine for FeLV is effective, but nothing can give 100% guarantee that other cats won't also become infected. If anyone has a space in their home and heart to welcome Jorge we would love to hear from you. Thank you for your time, Cindy
Re: Ginger is gone
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
