To Jenna: Re: Typical course of a dying FELV kitty? long letter- sorry but please indulge
Jenna, Your story about beautiful Satine made me cry. I mean this in a good way. Thanks for sharing. :) Wendy "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever has!" ~~~ Margaret Meade ~~~ - Original Message From: Jenna <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Cc: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Friday, August 24, 2007 1:49:04 PM Subject: Re: Typical course of a dying FELV kitty? long letter- sorry but please indulge im so sorry beckie- i will keep you and moeman in my prayers. It feels odd to write about this now as my husband and i were crying remembering our beloved siamese calico lady. This is my experience and I hope it helps you. My baby died at home. That was important to me, and i wanted it that way though my husband was very caucious about it. I wanted her to be comfortable and not with people she was afraid of and being stressed out. I have seen people go kicking and screaming and while in trauma that might be more beneficial, in the case of terminal illness it makes it harder. So after that experience (this was with my grandmother) I told myself that if this happened with my animals- i wanted it to be gentle and peaceful. There is a line from the nbc show Heros where Peter the hospice nurse says, "death can be beautiful, if you let it be." Though most may reject this statement because it is not something most want to think about, I can say that I do agree with it. It doesn't make it hurt less, but it made it easier for me to deal with. She stopped eating, and slept all the time. She didn't purr and did not want to be held. In her prime she was very talkative and loved being held and paraded around our apartment. Eventually she stopped her toilet activiites- which actually was a relief because she had a lot of blood (stool was a dark tar color) in it and that was very tough. I started having a feeling that it was going to be on sunday because i started getting a song in my head about a relationship ending that is from Aspects of love by Andrew Lloyd Weber. The song is "Tell me on a sunday." "Don't write a letter when you want to leave Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment I'd like to choose how I hear the news Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get drunk and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze Tell me on a Sunday please" That day - on sunday- she was in the bathroom and she was breating very heavy. Her eyes were very diated. I bent down around her and sang her Complainte De La Butte from Moulin Rouge. For the first time all weekend she raised her head and looked at me. She purred so loud. I told her I loved her and if she wanted to go it was okay. I got a feeling that she understood. The song goes: "Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine J'oublie mon chagrin Je sens sur tes lèvres une odeur de fièvre de gosse mal nourri Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'anéantit The stairways up to la butte can make the wretched sigh while windmill wings of the moulin shelter you and I" I sang to her for about 15 minutes and pet her, even though I could feel each vertebrate of her little back bone. She did not shy away that time. I went back to the living room and laid down, but didnt' sleep. It was exhausting. My husband went into the bathroom and stayed a long time. I knew he was talking with her. When he was done, I could see he had been crying. When i woke up I sat at my computer. About 20 minutes later my dog, Carmel got very whiney and would not settle down. She was upset about something. I went into the bathroom and found that satine had passed. She was stretched out like she would when she was comfortable and when I said kitty and shook her she didn't move. I went out side and told my husband she was gone. He said he knew that he talked with her. He told her that she was surrounded by love and she would always be loved. He said she picked her head up and meowed at him. He said he thinks she knew what he was saying and that she was waiting for him to be okay before she left. I agree with this. He hugged each other and cried a long time. I had put her carrier together before hand in preperation for when I would need it. I picked her up to put her in it. Her body was totally slack and her head fell all the way back like a rag doll when I picked her up. (I'm telling you this so you can be ready for it)I held her to my chest and cried- no wept - over her- and i cried hard- for a long time. I put her in the carrier and covered the front of it with a towel. My husband
Re: Typical course of a dying FELV kitty? long letter- sorry but please indulge
Beckie, You are such a bright little light here and I feel so sad to know you are hurting and your sweet little Moeman might be fading away. You have learned a lot for the time you have been here. I know I have on just how to take care of our little guys better and signs to look for. I have been checking all my kittie's gums this morning and just like I suspected, my old guy, Dingo, he is 13 years old, and has seemed out of sorts lately, has very pale gums. He is not FeLV+ or FIV+ that I know of ,but I will have him tested and for now am trying to get a good iron supplement. I wrote down :Procrit ? Who was it that said they gave that to a kitty and it helped with the anemia? It was just in a recent post... I am asking my vet about what it is and can I have some right now... I just left a message for my vet...Anyway, thanks to these guys here, I know a lot more than I did a couple months ago. Do not give up fighting, but I do not believe in stressing our guys out either.I think you probably have a good idea where Moeman is at this point and if he is getting weaker and you have tried through supplements, etc. you have done all you can...just love him. I absolutely loved Jenna's letter to you. What a beautiful, thoughtful gift from her and her husband to share their experience with you...I will be keeping that letter for myself, for when I will be needing that precious support, that can only come from people who really understand... My heart is with you and Moeman...Glenda --- Jenna <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > im so sorry beckie- i will keep you and moeman in my > prayers. > > It feels odd to write about this now as my husband > and i were crying remembering our beloved siamese > calico lady. This is my experience and I hope it > helps you. > > My baby died at home. That was important to me, > and i wanted it that way though my husband was very > caucious about it. I wanted her to be comfortable > and not with people she was afraid of and being > stressed out. I have seen people go kicking and > screaming and while in trauma that might be more > beneficial, in the case of terminal illness it makes > it harder. So after that experience (this was with > my grandmother) I told myself that if this happened > with my animals- i wanted it to be gentle and > peaceful. There is a line from the nbc show Heros > where Peter the hospice nurse says, "death can be > beautiful, if you let it be." Though most may reject > this statement because it is not something most want > to think about, I can say that I do agree with it. > It doesn't make it hurt less, but it made it easier > for me to deal with. > > She stopped eating, and slept all the time. She > didn't purr and did not want to be held. In her > prime she was very talkative and loved being held > and paraded around our apartment. Eventually she > stopped her toilet activiites- which actually was a > relief because she had a lot of blood (stool was a > dark tar color) in it and that was very tough. I > started having a feeling that it was going to be on > sunday because i started getting a song in my head > about a relationship ending that is from Aspects of > love by Andrew Lloyd Weber. The song is "Tell me on > a sunday." > > "Don't write a letter when you want to leave > Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment > I'd like to choose how I hear the news > Take me to a park that's covered with trees > Tell me on a Sunday please > > Don't leave in silence with no word at all > Don't get drunk and slam the door > That's no way to end this > I know how I want you to say goodbye > Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze > Tell me on a Sunday please" > > That day - on sunday- she was in the bathroom and > she was breating very heavy. Her eyes were very > diated. I bent down around her and sang her > Complainte De La Butte from Moulin Rouge. For the > first time all weekend she raised her head and > looked at me. She purred so loud. I told her I loved > her and if she wanted to go it was okay. I got a > feeling that she understood. > > The song goes: > "Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche > ma main > Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine > J'oublie mon chagrin > Je sens sur tes lèvres une odeur de fièvre de gosse > mal nourri > Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui > m'anéantit > The stairways up to la butte can make the wretched > sigh > while windmill wings of the moulin shelter you and > I" > > I sang to her for about 15 minutes and pet her, > even though I could feel each vertebrate of her > little back bone. She did not shy away that time. > > I went back to the living room and laid down, but > didnt' sleep. It was exhausting. My husband went > into the bathroom and stayed a long time. I knew he > was talking with her. When he was done, I could see > he had been crying. > > When i woke up I sat at my computer. About 20 > minutes later my dog, Carmel got very whiney an
Re: Typical course of a dying FELV kitty? long letter- sorry but please indulge
Jenna your story of your beautiful Satine has me in tears.It is the hardest thing to go through when you love them so much.She was lucky to have the both of you.I went through it with my Maizee Grace almost 2 years ago and this really hit me hard. Sherry Jenna <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: im so sorry beckie- i will keep you and moeman in my prayers. It feels odd to write about this now as my husband and i were crying remembering our beloved siamese calico lady. This is my experience and I hope it helps you. My baby died at home. That was important to me, and i wanted it that way though my husband was very caucious about it. I wanted her to be comfortable and not with people she was afraid of and being stressed out. I have seen people go kicking and screaming and while in trauma that might be more beneficial, in the case of terminal illness it makes it harder. So after that experience (this was with my grandmother) I told myself that if this happened with my animals- i wanted it to be gentle and peaceful. There is a line from the nbc show Heros where Peter the hospice nurse says, "death can be beautiful, if you let it be." Though most may reject this statement because it is not something most want to think about, I can say that I do agree with it. It doesn't make it hurt less, but it made it easier for me to deal with. She stopped eating, and slept all the time. She didn't purr and did not want to be held. In her prime she was very talkative and loved being held and paraded around our apartment. Eventually she stopped her toilet activiites- which actually was a relief because she had a lot of blood (stool was a dark tar color) in it and that was very tough. I started having a feeling that it was going to be on sunday because i started getting a song in my head about a relationship ending that is from Aspects of love by Andrew Lloyd Weber. The song is "Tell me on a sunday." "Don't write a letter when you want to leave Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment I'd like to choose how I hear the news Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get drunk and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze Tell me on a Sunday please" That day - on sunday- she was in the bathroom and she was breating very heavy. Her eyes were very diated. I bent down around her and sang her Complainte De La Butte from Moulin Rouge. For the first time all weekend she raised her head and looked at me. She purred so loud. I told her I loved her and if she wanted to go it was okay. I got a feeling that she understood. The song goes: "Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine J'oublie mon chagrin Je sens sur tes lèvres une odeur de fièvre de gosse mal nourri Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'anéantit The stairways up to la butte can make the wretched sigh while windmill wings of the moulin shelter you and I" I sang to her for about 15 minutes and pet her, even though I could feel each vertebrate of her little back bone. She did not shy away that time. I went back to the living room and laid down, but didnt' sleep. It was exhausting. My husband went into the bathroom and stayed a long time. I knew he was talking with her. When he was done, I could see he had been crying. When i woke up I sat at my computer. About 20 minutes later my dog, Carmel got very whiney and would not settle down. She was upset about something. I went into the bathroom and found that satine had passed. She was stretched out like she would when she was comfortable and when I said kitty and shook her she didn't move. I went out side and told my husband she was gone. He said he knew that he talked with her. He told her that she was surrounded by love and she would always be loved. He said she picked her head up and meowed at him. He said he thinks she knew what he was saying and that she was waiting for him to be okay before she left. I agree with this. He hugged each other and cried a long time. I had put her carrier together before hand in preperation for when I would need it. I picked her up to put her in it. Her body was totally slack and her head fell all the way back like a rag doll when I picked her up. (I'm telling you this so you can be ready for it)I held her to my chest and cried- no wept - over her- and i cried hard- for a long time. I put her in the carrier and covered the front of it with a towel. My husband called the vet and said that she had passed. We took her to the vet and picked out an urn for her and left her there to pick her up again when we got her ashes. That night I could not relax to sleep. Eventually I felt (and you may think me crazy) her presence in the room. I felt a warmth on my c
Re: Typical course of a dying FELV kitty? long letter- sorry but please indulge
im so sorry beckie- i will keep you and moeman in my prayers. It feels odd to write about this now as my husband and i were crying remembering our beloved siamese calico lady. This is my experience and I hope it helps you. My baby died at home. That was important to me, and i wanted it that way though my husband was very caucious about it. I wanted her to be comfortable and not with people she was afraid of and being stressed out. I have seen people go kicking and screaming and while in trauma that might be more beneficial, in the case of terminal illness it makes it harder. So after that experience (this was with my grandmother) I told myself that if this happened with my animals- i wanted it to be gentle and peaceful. There is a line from the nbc show Heros where Peter the hospice nurse says, "death can be beautiful, if you let it be." Though most may reject this statement because it is not something most want to think about, I can say that I do agree with it. It doesn't make it hurt less, but it made it easier for me to deal with. She stopped eating, and slept all the time. She didn't purr and did not want to be held. In her prime she was very talkative and loved being held and paraded around our apartment. Eventually she stopped her toilet activiites- which actually was a relief because she had a lot of blood (stool was a dark tar color) in it and that was very tough. I started having a feeling that it was going to be on sunday because i started getting a song in my head about a relationship ending that is from Aspects of love by Andrew Lloyd Weber. The song is "Tell me on a sunday." "Don't write a letter when you want to leave Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment I'd like to choose how I hear the news Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get drunk and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze Tell me on a Sunday please" That day - on sunday- she was in the bathroom and she was breating very heavy. Her eyes were very diated. I bent down around her and sang her Complainte De La Butte from Moulin Rouge. For the first time all weekend she raised her head and looked at me. She purred so loud. I told her I loved her and if she wanted to go it was okay. I got a feeling that she understood. The song goes: "Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine J'oublie mon chagrin Je sens sur tes lèvres une odeur de fièvre de gosse mal nourri Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'anéantit The stairways up to la butte can make the wretched sigh while windmill wings of the moulin shelter you and I" I sang to her for about 15 minutes and pet her, even though I could feel each vertebrate of her little back bone. She did not shy away that time. I went back to the living room and laid down, but didnt' sleep. It was exhausting. My husband went into the bathroom and stayed a long time. I knew he was talking with her. When he was done, I could see he had been crying. When i woke up I sat at my computer. About 20 minutes later my dog, Carmel got very whiney and would not settle down. She was upset about something. I went into the bathroom and found that satine had passed. She was stretched out like she would when she was comfortable and when I said kitty and shook her she didn't move. I went out side and told my husband she was gone. He said he knew that he talked with her. He told her that she was surrounded by love and she would always be loved. He said she picked her head up and meowed at him. He said he thinks she knew what he was saying and that she was waiting for him to be okay before she left. I agree with this. He hugged each other and cried a long time. I had put her carrier together before hand in preperation for when I would need it. I picked her up to put her in it. Her body was totally slack and her head fell all the way back like a rag doll when I picked her up. (I'm telling you this so you can be ready for it)I held her to my chest and cried- no wept - over her- and i cried hard- for a long time. I put her in the carrier and covered the front of it with a towel. My husband called the vet and said that she had passed. We took her to the vet and picked out an urn for her and left her there to pick her up again when we got her ashes. That night I could not relax to sleep. Eventually I felt (and you may think me crazy) her presence in the room. I felt a warmth on my chest where she would lay all the time. Only then was I able to sleep. I tell you about it because I do believe that all those living have souls and we can call upon them when we need. And not in a distant way like they are far off in heaven but that they are they present around us all the time
