SirenSongWoman
Cathlete
I have 5 cats and take care of three others (my Kitchen Kitties), in a separate part of the house. One of my Kitchen Kitties, Tipper (a black and white boy with a white tail tip, light yellow-green eyes, and a sweet little pink nose), seemed down for about four days. I thought it was because he just wasn't happy being inside on the real cold days but when he didn't seem to want to even get up anymore it was time for a doctor's visit. So my vet looked him over and concluded he had some oral issues, for one. Then she stood him up to watch him walk and he walked tipsy. Then he LAID down and proceeded to urinate (crying while doing so), then defecate. After testing his feces she found he had leukemia (the lowest red cell count she'd ever seen) and I knew what that meant. Then an assistant brought in the FIV test. Positive, also. At first, I was pretty steely because I knew he had to be suffering for a while, even if he didn't show it until very recently, and I knew euthanasia was the only thing to do - until I had to do it. The whole time I just kept petting him, scratching his ears, whispering "I love you" into his ears, and listening to his purr. I was bawling like a baby (starting to tear-up now) and my nose was running as the doctor gave Tipper a sedative. I just kept whispering "I love you, baby" and "Mommy loves you" until he was completely relaxed. After she gave him the final shot he passed almost immediately. Then she gave me some time alone to cuddle him one last time and I was so grateful I'd mentioned I had no pictures of him when I was first told because the assistant gave me two lovely photos she'd taken of him for me. God bless her.
Now I'm thinking about the way he showed up on my front porch early last summer and how he was so desperate for some loving, and so terribly skinny. All summer long I fed him and cuddled with him on the front porch, irritating my two in/out kitties and the other Kitchen Kitties. As the summer progressed his coat got shinier, and he got fatter and friendlier. Then, when it got colder I HAD to make a place for him among the two Kitchen Kitties. I think he was very lonely and God didn't want him to die without ever knowing a home and having real love from a human being. So as I cry I refrain from asking "why" because at least my Tipper passed with a gentle touch and the words "Mommy loves you" in his ears, something he'd never had before. All because he picked my porch to camp out on last summer.
Now, though, I'm terrified for my other babies. I know both FIV and Feline Leukemia are extremely contagious and have felt lucky for years because my neighborhood has been virtually immune to fatal feline diseases - until now. I almost don't want to know and tell myself I would have seen signs by now. But Tipper was perfectly happy and seemingly healthy until only four days ago. I'm cleaning and laundering the heck out of EVERYTHING in the areas where Tipper's two roommates are. I'll need to have Those Two tested, then my two indoor/outdoor kitties. If none test positive I should be able to breathe a sigh of relief, since my three strictly indoor cats can only get ill from My Two indoor/outdoor babies. It's an awful thing to go straight from grief to utter terror.
Have any of you had to deal with a similar situation? I feel I need to call tomorrow and start bringing in the others for testing. Oh God. What if any of the others test positive? Prayers and happy thoughts? I REALLY need them.
Now I'm thinking about the way he showed up on my front porch early last summer and how he was so desperate for some loving, and so terribly skinny. All summer long I fed him and cuddled with him on the front porch, irritating my two in/out kitties and the other Kitchen Kitties. As the summer progressed his coat got shinier, and he got fatter and friendlier. Then, when it got colder I HAD to make a place for him among the two Kitchen Kitties. I think he was very lonely and God didn't want him to die without ever knowing a home and having real love from a human being. So as I cry I refrain from asking "why" because at least my Tipper passed with a gentle touch and the words "Mommy loves you" in his ears, something he'd never had before. All because he picked my porch to camp out on last summer.
Now, though, I'm terrified for my other babies. I know both FIV and Feline Leukemia are extremely contagious and have felt lucky for years because my neighborhood has been virtually immune to fatal feline diseases - until now. I almost don't want to know and tell myself I would have seen signs by now. But Tipper was perfectly happy and seemingly healthy until only four days ago. I'm cleaning and laundering the heck out of EVERYTHING in the areas where Tipper's two roommates are. I'll need to have Those Two tested, then my two indoor/outdoor kitties. If none test positive I should be able to breathe a sigh of relief, since my three strictly indoor cats can only get ill from My Two indoor/outdoor babies. It's an awful thing to go straight from grief to utter terror.
Have any of you had to deal with a similar situation? I feel I need to call tomorrow and start bringing in the others for testing. Oh God. What if any of the others test positive? Prayers and happy thoughts? I REALLY need them.