RE: FELV kittens
Glenda, I'm so glad you did the right thing and left the vet who wanted to put down the kitty. My old vet wanted to do the same thing! His excuse was that it would be hard on me. Well, Cassidy was perfectly healthy other than the FeLV which was not causing symptoms at that time. I couldn't believe they would want to put down a kitty that was healthy and very very happy. He's now very happy and symptom-free at Best Friends. In Nebraska (where I live too), many vets are more geared toward the livestock industry--at least where I'm at. I've now switched to a small animal clinic in a bigger city (Norfolk), and we are so happy with the change. Good luck--I seldom meet compassionate people when it comes to cats here in Nebraska--so I'm so happy to know there are others out there! Melissa -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of glenda Goodman Sent: Saturday, July 14, 2007 11:16 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: RE: FELV kittens KERRY, HI! WELL IT LOOKS LIKE MY EMAILS ARE GETTING THROUGH. THANK YOU FOR GETTING BACK TO US PEOPLE WITH THE FeLV+ KITTENS. I AM GRATEFUL THAT MY VET HAD GIVEN ME SOME HOPE, ALTHOUGH THE OTHER DAY I HAD MY KITTEN RE-TESTED AND IT WAS AGAIN POSITIIIVE, BUT I HAD ONLY WAITED ABOUT 3-WEEKS. MY VET WAS LESS OPTIMISTIC THIS TIME. I THINK SHE DID NOT WANT ME TO FEEL TOO HOPEFUL. THE VET I USED BEFORE HAD OFFERED TO PUT MY KITTEN DOWN THE MINUTE THE TEST CAME BACK POS. HE WAS TRYING TO RELIEVE ME OF MY PAIN, BUT I RAN OUT OF THE CLINIC WITH MY KITTY AND FOUND A MORE CAT-FRIENDLY VET...I BELIEVE AND HOPE SOMEONE BETTER INFORMED.. WELL, THE FACT ONE OF YOUR KITTENS EVENTUALLY TESTED NEG. IS A BRIGHT SPOT. WAS THIS FROM A LITTER FROM WHERE THE OTHERS NEVER THREW THE VIRUS OR WAS THIS A COMPLETELY SEPERATE CAT? HOW OLD WERE THE KITTENS YOU HAD BEFORE THEY DEVELOPED SYMPTONS AND PASSED AWAY? I KNOW THINKING ABOUT ALL THIS IS HARD...WE ARE JUST ALL TRYING TO LEARN ALL WE CAN ABOUT THIS DISEASE AND HOW BEST TO DEAL WITH IT. KERRY, THANK YOU SO MUCH! GLENDA IN NEBRASKA --- MacKenzie, Kerry N. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hi Glenda and Heather I haven't read your previous posts (and I'm at work, so have to be quick) but just wanted to say I had 5 FeLV positive kittens, and one slightly older cat who was negative but who lived with them (they came as a colony so she had already been exposed). I gave them 13 supplements daily and tried to keep their environment stress-free (they lived in my 2nd bedroom). Sadly 4 of the kittens succumbed, but one threw off the virus and is now negative. The older cat has remained negative. So, yes, there is hope. But even tho the others didn't make it, I know I gave them quality of life, and love, for the brief time they had. As you are doing for your sweet furballs. Your vet sounds a real goodie Glenda (many unfortunately are not so enlightened). Welcome to the list, and I wish you both all the best for you and your kitts. Kerry M. -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of glenda Goodman Sent: Friday, July 13, 2007 10:42 PM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: FELV kittens Heather, I read your email...never tried to answer an email on this site, so hope it works...Anyway, I feel very sorry for you and the kitties. I am new to this site too. After I found out I had a FeLV+ kitten about a month ago, I discovered this site and have been reading everything possible trying to understand these diseases and find hope for the kitten I have.I have a little girl, Bengal mix, polydactyl...so intelligent, so beautiful and so healthy, but FeLV+... My vet told me there is a chance when the FeLV comes through the queen there is a chance the kittens could beat the disease with good diet and environments, no stress and could someday test negative. If there is anyone out there that can give people in our situation some hope our kittens can beat this disease please share what you know that we do not...Thank you. Meanwhile Heather, good-luck to you with finding someone wonderful enough to help you with those kitties...Glenda Larsen in Nebraska --- Heather Wienker [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hello- I am new to this group, having trapped an injured Mom kitty at my new job, who turned out to be FELV FIV positive and a nursing Mom. This was in April, I had 3 injured cats in my first two weeks of changing jobs, I work with ferals and it's been one of those years...it's especially sad as I'm told someone trapped this Mom last year, she was not injured at the time, they got a kitten from her that was negative (so she may have been as well), and she went back out unspayed even though they (incorrectly) thought she was declawed. This whole thing could have been avoided, and Mom is a very sad kitty who has obviously been hurt by this world. She has an eye and
RE: OT: .for Melissa re diarrhea
Thanks for the info Laurie! If it turns out to be IBD, I'll be glad to know there's a group to turn to. Yes, making food seems daunting since I have a difficult enough time doing it for me and my husband (not because I don't like to, just busy). The winter is always less hectic, so I plan to start making kitty food then. Melissa _ From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of laurieskatz Sent: Friday, July 13, 2007 5:20 PM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: OT: .for Melissa re diarrhea Hi. Check out the yahoo IBD group. Great info there. It's possibly a food allergy. You might try the canned foods suggested at www.catinfo.org if making home made feels overwhelming. Depending on size of stool and frequency, the vet should be able to determine if upper or lower intestine and treat accordingly. It sounds like your vet has a good plan. Laurie - Original Message - From: Melissa Lind mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Friday, July 13, 2007 12:08 PM Subject: RE: OT: sancturaries for special needs For her diarrhea, the old vet used Metrondiazole and Albon. No parasites were found. The new vet tried new food (Science Diet ID) along with Clavomox. She also dewormed her again just in case. Ashley has gained 2 pounds in the last two weeks since the visit with the new vet, but her poops are the same. Possibly the dewormer helped. I just got off the phone with the vet, and she suggested that we put her back on her regular food that she's used to for 2 weeks. No meds. Then I'll have a stool sample sent to a lab for further testing (once all the meds are out of her system). Then we'll see what could be in her. If that doesn't work, the vet said we might have to do a scope. We'll see. Time will tell. I guess this is really not the time to try to find a home for her. I'm probably the best one to keep her since I know what's going on, what's been done, etc. Maybe I could just find a home for Nonie (healthy) to alleviate the stress. Melissa _ From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Susan Hoffman Sent: Friday, July 13, 2007 12:03 PM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: OT: sancturaries for special needs Also, what has been tried? Gloria Lane [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: I saw a nice list the other day, but can't remember where - will have to look. Never heard of FORLs, what's that? Have you tried any of the recipes in Dr. Pitcairn's book for her? Gloria On Jul 13, 2007, at 8:40 AM, Melissa Lind wrote: Hi All, Just wondering if anyone knew of sanctuaries that will take special needs kitties. My poor Ashley (foster kitty) still has diarrhea, and they suspect she has feline odontoclastic resorptive lesions (FORLs). I want to find a good home for her, but right now I'm not able to find anyone around here who'll take on a special needs kitty. I just want her to get as much attention as she deserves. She's not FeLV (tested twice), and she seems healthy otherwise. I don't mind taking care of her, but we have 5 kitties in the house (2 that need homes), and now we're expecting (me, not any kitties). I'm not sure how we'll all fit into the house down the road. There's constant wrestling and fighting all night long (play fighting), and I just need to alleviate a little stress. I love our two foster babies, but I know we can't handle 5 forever (financially or emotionally) until we have a bigger home and more $! Melissa
Monkee is gone
My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too.I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has "rescue remedy" with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you whotake care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in "the killing fields"- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours.After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years have been pretty turbulent for me so he had a lot of comforting to do. He was what always cheered me up when I was at my lowest low and he was what kept going. He slept on my bed with me every night and even when I was just away for one night, I would miss him and miss having him there in the morning to wake up with. I am going to miss him so much. I also wanted to say "Thank You" for being such an instant support group for Monkee and I. We really needed help these past few weeks and you all really came through for us. Thank you, Caroline Missed the show? Watch videos of the Live Earth Concert on MSN.
RE: Monkee is gone
Caroline -- I am so sorry. My heart hurts for you. Thank you for telling us about how you and Monkee found each other. You changed each other's worlds infinitely for the better. I know everybody on this list has gone through what you're going through now -- the second-guessing, the feelings of failure -- but please know that you did the very best you could for Monkee and that he appreciates that, and your gigantic love for him. Gentlest of Bridge vibes to Monkee, and hugs to you. Diane R. From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Caroline Kaufmann Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 10:48 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years have been pretty turbulent for me so he had a lot of comforting to do. He was what always cheered me up when I was at my lowest low and he was what kept going. He slept on my bed with me every night and even when I was just away for one night, I would miss him and miss having him there in the morning to wake up with. I am going to miss him so much. I also wanted to say Thank You for
Re: Monkee is gone
At 08:47 AM 7/16/2007, you wrote: Oh Caroline I am so truly sorry and i wish i had some magic words to help the pain..but Ido not soi can say that I understand you much you are hurting and if all of us here each take a little but of your pain,,,that may help a little bit. Time WILL be your friend,,and of course all of us here who feel like we are living aboard the Titanicjust waiting with no lifeboats available,,,but we have each other and we give our kitties the best of everything, We should always remember that unlike ourselves, They live in the present and for Monkee that present was full of love Kelly My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years have been pretty turbulent for me so he had a lot of comforting to do. He was what always cheered me up when I was at my lowest low and he was what kept going. He slept on my bed with me every night and even when I was just away for one night, I would miss him and miss having him there in the morning to wake up with. I am going to miss him so much. I also wanted to say Thank You for being such an instant support group
Re: Monkee is gone ~ so is Keisha
Carol, I am so sorry for your loss and pain. Prayers for safe travels for Monkee's soul. Monkee is free now but nothing can compensate for the hole in your heart and life. I know. My beloved Keisha died Saturday completely unexpectedly. She went into respiratory distress here at home. I rushed her to the ER clinic. They put her in the oxygen tank and she appeared comfortable ~ she was not on her side and was no longer open mouth breathing. They planned to keep her in the tank for 2 hours and then send her home. When she went into respiratory distress again, they tried to save her ~ intubated her and gave her CPR but could not. After she died, I held her for 2 hours and stroked her fur.I am in shock and it doesn't seem real. I didn't want to leave her. We are doing a necropsy. She was not feline leukemia positive. May your Higher Power hold you as mine is holding me. Laurie - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 9:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years
Re: Monkee is gone
Caroline, I'm so very sorry for your loss of Monkee. Kelley
Keisha
Laurie -- I am so sorry about Keisha, how terrible and sudden. I know you must be feeling devastated and traumatized. Take comfort in knowing she knew how loved she was. Hugs to you. Diane R. From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of laurieskatz Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 11:08 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: Monkee is gone ~ so is Keisha Carol, I am so sorry for your loss and pain. Prayers for safe travels for Monkee's soul. Monkee is free now but nothing can compensate for the hole in your heart and life. I know. My beloved Keisha died Saturday completely unexpectedly. She went into respiratory distress here at home. I rushed her to the ER clinic. They put her in the oxygen tank and she appeared comfortable ~ she was not on her side and was no longer open mouth breathing. They planned to keep her in the tank for 2 hours and then send her home. When she went into respiratory distress again, they tried to save her ~ intubated her and gave her CPR but could not. After she died, I held her for 2 hours and stroked her fur.I am in shock and it doesn't seem real. I didn't want to leave her. We are doing a necropsy. She was not feline leukemia positive. May your Higher Power hold you as mine is holding me. Laurie - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 9:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't
Re: Monkee is gone ~ so is Keisha
I am sorry for your loss too. I guess that is what they would have done with Monkee if we could have made it to the emergency vet in time, but when his respiratory distress hit, I knew we wouldn't make it even up from the bed, so I just held him, then he was gone. But we would have had to euthensize him either way because we were fighting a losing battle. I couldn't have gone through this again with another blood transfusion. The blood transfusion did give him a little over two weeks, but when it wore off, it really wore off. I wish I had known he was going to decline so rapidly and if I had, we would have done things differently.But then again, I don't think Monkee would have wanted to go any other way then in the bed with me holding him. I will keep you in my thoughts too. Thanks, Caroline From: "laurieskatz" [EMAIL PROTECTED]Reply-To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgTo: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgSubject: Re: Monkee is gone ~ so is KeishaDate: Mon, 16 Jul 2007 10:07:53 -0600 Carol, I am so sorry for your loss and pain. Prayers for safe travels for Monkee's soul. Monkee is free now but nothing can compensate for the hole in your heart and life. I know. My beloved Keisha died Saturday completely unexpectedly. She went into respiratory distress here at home. I rushed her to the ER clinic. They put her in the oxygen tank and she appeared comfortable ~ she was not on her side and was no longer open mouth breathing. They planned to keep her in the tank for 2 hours and then send her home. When she went into respiratory distress again, they tried to save her ~ intubated her and gave her CPR butcould not.After she died, I held her for 2 hours and stroked her fur.I am in shock and it doesn't seem real. I didn't want to leave her. We are doing a necropsy. She was not feline leukemia positive. May your Higher Power hold you as mine is holding me. Laurie - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 9:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too.I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has "rescue remedy" with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you whotake care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't
RE: Monkee is gone
Caroline, I'm trying not to cry at work-such a shock since I thought Monkee would hang in there a bit longer-poor guy. Even though you were so upset when he was passing, and his look haunts you, at least you can feel better knowing that you were there for him. Imagine if he had been all alone without anyone to hold him and be there for him as he parted. You were able to show your love to the very end. Even though it's so sad and heart-breaking, Monkee's story is truly a happy one since his life would have been so horrific had you not rescued him. It sounds as though you both needed each other, but now remember Monkee in his happy times. Think of him on his porch or staring down the outside cats or anything funny that amused you-think of these things instead whenever you find yourself reflecting on his last moments-those were only moments whereas you have years of happy times together to remember and to comfort you. It's going to take a while, but I'm sure the guilt will pass. You did the best for him-more than the majority of people would do-and you are a special person for that who deserves an award-not guilt. Thanks for being a kindred spirit and a compassionate person. I'm so sorry for your loss! My thoughts and prayers are with you. Melissa _ From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Caroline Kaufmann Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 10:48 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me.
RE: Keisha too
Laurie: How sudden and shocking. I'm so sorry for you. I hope you can take comfort in you happy memories, but right now just take time to be sad and grieve. Keisha was blessed to have such a loving home. Melissa
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I'm so sorry, Caroline, for your loss of sweet Monkee, I am thinking of you. I agree, I don't like taking them to a strange vet clinic for their last moments. I use Rescue Remedy some too, for me and for pets. You and Monkee was so lucky to have been together for a while, it's something that changes you and lives on with you in a very good way. Thanks for your compassion and for being a part of this group . Blessings, Gloria On Jul 16, 2007, at 10:47 AM, Caroline Kaufmann wrote: My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years have been pretty turbulent for me so he had a lot of comforting to do. He was what always cheered me up when I was at my lowest low and he was what kept going. He slept on my bed with me every night and even when I was just away for one night, I would miss him and miss having him there in the morning to wake up with. I am going to miss him so much. I also wanted to say Thank You for being such an instant support group for Monkee and I. We really needed help these past few weeks
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Caroline, I am so sorry. You did not fail Monkee in any way. It sounds like he went very peacefully in the best possible place. At home with you with him. I know how sad it is at times like this and I'm so sorry. tonya Rosenfeldt, Diane [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Caroline -- I am so sorry. My heart hurts for you. Thank you for telling us about how you and Monkee found each other. You changed each other's worlds infinitely for the better. I know everybody on this list has gone through what you're going through now -- the second-guessing, the feelings of failure -- but please know that you did the very best you could for Monkee and that he appreciates that, and your gigantic love for him. Gentlest of Bridge vibes to Monkee, and hugs to you. Diane R. - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Caroline Kaufmann Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 10:48 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years
Monkee
Dear Caroline I am so sorry that you lost your sweet Monkee. To find that connection with an animal, with another being, is a gift The toll that taking care of a beloved pet is enormous. I hope that you will be able to sleep soundly, knowing that Monkee is free of pain and that his angels are with you. Bless sweet Monkee and all of us who fall in love with beings 'who's lives are shorter than our own'. Best Jane
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Caroline, I am so deeply sorry about Monkee's crossing. We all can emphasize your pain. You are very luck to have met Monkee and Monkee is so lucky to have met you -- nothing can take away the bond between you and Monkee--it will live forever. Hideyo - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmannmailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgmailto:felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 9:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years have been pretty turbulent for me so he had a lot of comforting to do. He was what always cheered me up when I was at my lowest low and he was what kept going. He slept on my bed with me every night and even when I was just away for one night, I would miss him and miss having him there in the morning to wake up with. I am going to miss him so much. I also wanted to say Thank You for being such an instant support group for Monkee and I. We really needed help these past few weeks and you all really came through for us. Thank you, Caroline
Re: Keisha
Laurie, I'm so sorry for your loss. It hurts so much when it's unexpected. :( tonya Rosenfeldt, Diane [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Laurie -- I am so sorry about Keisha, how terrible and sudden. I know you must be feeling devastated and traumatized. Take comfort in knowing she knew how loved she was. Hugs to you. Diane R. - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of laurieskatz Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 11:08 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: Monkee is gone ~ so is Keisha Carol, I am so sorry for your loss and pain. Prayers for safe travels for Monkee's soul. Monkee is free now but nothing can compensate for the hole in your heart and life. I know. My beloved Keisha died Saturday completely unexpectedly. She went into respiratory distress here at home. I rushed her to the ER clinic. They put her in the oxygen tank and she appeared comfortable ~ she was not on her side and was no longer open mouth breathing. They planned to keep her in the tank for 2 hours and then send her home. When she went into respiratory distress again, they tried to save her ~ intubated her and gave her CPR but could not. After she died, I held her for 2 hours and stroked her fur.I am in shock and it doesn't seem real. I didn't want to leave her. We are doing a necropsy. She was not feline leukemia positive. May your Higher Power hold you as mine is holding me. Laurie - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 9:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly
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I am so sorry, Caroline. Please be @ peace w/ the love time you had w/ Monkee, he would want that. He would not want you to grieve and blame yourself for things that are out of your control. Please take care of yourself. Susan J. DuBose ^..^ www.PetGirlsPetsitting.com www.Tx.SiameseRescue.org www.shadowcats.net As Cleopatra lay in state, Faithful Bast at her side did wait, Purring welcomes of soft applause, Ever guarding with sharpened claws. Trajan Tennent - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 10:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years have been pretty turbulent for me so he had a lot of comforting to do. He was what always cheered me up when I was at my lowest low and he was what kept going. He slept on my bed with me every night and even when I was just away for
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Caroline I am so sorry for your loss of sweet Monkee(love the name)Hugs to you. Sherry Caroline Kaufmann [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went horribly wrong in my life and the past 4 years have been pretty turbulent for me so he had a lot of comforting to do. He was what always cheered me up when I was at my lowest low and he was what kept going. He slept on my bed with me every night and even when I was just away for one night, I would miss him and miss having him there in the morning to wake up with. I am going to miss him so much. I also wanted to say Thank You for being such an instant support group for Monkee and I. We really needed help these past few weeks and you all really came through for us. Thank you, Caroline - Missed the show? Watch videos of the Live Earth Concert on MSN. - Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. Play Sims Stories at Yahoo! Games.
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Caroline I am sorry to hear of Monkee's passing. Know that you did your best. My Tiny died suddenly on Christas day last year. I did not even realize he was in distress until it was too late. Sally
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Caroline, I have been reading your emails for a few weeks now and have gotten to know your heart and your wonderful Monkee. I am so very sorry you are hurting so badly and are missing your beloved Monkee. The tears are just running out of my eyes for you. I am sure I am not the only one out here feeling this way. People like you give me respect for mankind. What you are going through now is everything that is beautiful in people. To have given your whole self over to some hapless little cat and to be the very best friend he ever had is just so sweet. A lady like you should never be lonely...I do not think anyone out here would not want to be your friend...Right now there is another little friendless kitty feeling down, that I know, you are destined to meet. Keep the love flowing and make another spot in this very rough world beautiful for another little furry friend. Your new human friend, Glenda Larsen --- HIDEYO YAMAMOTO [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Caroline, I am so deeply sorry about Monkee's crossing. We all can emphasize your pain. You are very luck to have met Monkee and Monkee is so lucky to have met you -- nothing can take away the bond between you and Monkee--it will live forever. Hideyo - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmannmailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgmailto:felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 9:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be
Re: Monkee is gone ~ so is Keisha
Laurie, I am very sorry your precious Keisha has passed away. I can feel your pain knowing when it becomes my turn to lose a beloved kitty family member, I will be a complete basket case.I will be trying to put my grief into words too... The good news is the people on this site are so full of love and have made such a wonderful difference in so many cat's lives. Being a kitty in this world is not easy when you think about the horrible lives most kitties live...It is an incredibly lucky kitty that is blessed by people like the people on this site. I guess all any of us can do is just be as loving and kind to all living creatures as we are blessed to touch. This does not mean just kitties, but everything innocent and dear... Glenda Larsen --- laurieskatz [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Carol, I am so sorry for your loss and pain. Prayers for safe travels for Monkee's soul. Monkee is free now but nothing can compensate for the hole in your heart and life. I know. My beloved Keisha died Saturday completely unexpectedly. She went into respiratory distress here at home. I rushed her to the ER clinic. They put her in the oxygen tank and she appeared comfortable ~ she was not on her side and was no longer open mouth breathing. They planned to keep her in the tank for 2 hours and then send her home. When she went into respiratory distress again, they tried to save her ~ intubated her and gave her CPR but could not. After she died, I held her for 2 hours and stroked her fur.I am in shock and it doesn't seem real. I didn't want to leave her. We are doing a necropsy. She was not feline leukemia positive. May your Higher Power hold you as mine is holding me. Laurie - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 9:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I
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I am so sorry for your loss of sweet Monkee. I went through almost exactly the same thing you did less than a month ago, and I can hardly imagine anything worse to have to experience. To watch your best friend pass in such a way is a traumatic and life changing experience. I was hysterical as well when Tomi went into respiratory distress. Just think of how much happiness you brought each other, and even though it was for a short time, you shared a special bond. Think often of the special moments you shared together. I found it helped to do something to honor the memory of your lost companion. I took special pictures of my three lost kitties, blew them up, and got them printed and framed to hang on my wall. I also made a rock garden filled with flowers, etc in which to bury them. Time does heal wounds, though some wounds will always leave scars, at least they don't hurt as much once they heal. Cassandra - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, July 16, 2007 10:47 AM Subject: Monkee is gone My beloved cat Monkee passed last night in my arms while I held him with my Mom standing next to my side. At about 2:30 a.m. We were going to take him to Dr. Maier's for euthanasia this morning at 8:00 a.m. I thought he could make it until then and that he wouldn't want to go to a strange emergency vet clinic he'd never been to before for his passing. I didn't know he was that bad. I feel so bad. It was so horrible. He was having some trouble breathing, but I was usually able to calm him down by holding him and giving him flower essences. He had begun to have trouble walking and he would cry at me really loudly when he wasn't able to do something he wanted to do because his brain was not getting enough oxygen (like walk around). I didn't want him to be in pain or suffer and I feel like I failed him. He did go really quick, but I was hysterical as it was happening. We were on my bed and I was holding him. He took a last gasp of air and then he stopped. When his body when limp, I felt like I might die too. I think the only thing that helped me and my mom was that she has rescue remedy with her and we both took it right away. It sounds odd to say that, but immediately after it happened, I felt a sense of peace-- for him. I think the rescue remedy helped my breathing at that time. I just held him afterwards and talked to him and pet him and kissed him for about two hours. I told him how wonderful he was and that I would never be the same without him. I walked around the house, sat with him on the porch he loved so much and took him outside for his last time to hold him while sitting on the front steps. I have never had an animal die in my arms like that and to have it be my best friend-- the best companion I've ever had...my heart just feels like it's wrenching in half. I feel guilty and traumatized. I am having a hard time erasing the memories of his passing. When I close my eyes, I see his face as he took his last breath. I don't how to recover from that. I've never been lonely since I had Monkee and now that he's gone, that loneliness is crashing in. I hope all of you are able to continue to care for your cats and give them the peace and love that they so desperately need. I admire those of you who take care of multiple FelV cats and have lost some in the past and continue to keep doing the work that you do. My thoughts and my prayers are now with all of you and your babies. I felt like I didn't have the mental energy to devote many of my prayers in the past few weeks to any cat other than Monkee, but I will be praying for you now. I also wanted to remind everyone that you never really know the power of what love can do for a cat like Monkee, until you experience it. When I found him, he was a crazy, dirty, little ragamuffin eating doves, baby rabbits, and whatever else he could catch in the courtyard of my law school apartment complex in Northern Ky 4 years ago. And four years and 1 month ago, I couldn't take his living it up in the killing fields- as I called it- anymore. It took so long to get him to be a somewhat normal cat. Something bad must have happened to him because he was already neutered when I found him, so he had to have belong to someone. He was deathly afraid of men and it took until probably about this past year for that fear to almost subside. I don't think anyone else in my life (other than myself) believed that he'd ever be trusting, cuddling, sweet, lfunny, love-bug that he was with me. The first time I turned on my radio and my tv after I had brought him into my life, he freaked out and hid under the bed for hours. After lots of love and being spoiled rotten, and having four years to experience as many things as possible, he had truly become my best friend. He would comfort me when something went
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I read all the posts, so I can learn how to deal with this virus. I lost my kitten at 9 months, and apparently even though he was vaccinated my 4 year old has tested positive for felv. He was diagnosed 4 months ago and shows no sign of illness. My vet had recommended putting him down. I just couldn't lose both my boys in one day. I am so thankful I didn't because Basil is fine. My question is about the ability to fight off the virus-does this really happen? Has anyone on this list actually had a felv+ cat that kicked the virus? What should I expect and what should I be doing to help keep him healthy? I tried to separate my felv+ boy and felv- girl, but they howled and cried something fierce. They have been together since they were kittens. I let them mix, and she is still negative. I read the information about blood tests, and I get confused. Basil's blood work seems normal, other than the fact that he tested positive. Thank you.
Celia Please add to the CLS :(
We lost another one of our Sids kids today.Sweet Celia was a beautiful calico who was very laid back and never had a mean bone in her body.She will be missed by us all. Sherry - Need a vacation? Get great deals to amazing places on Yahoo! Travel.
