Susan,
I didn't realize it was you that lost your Carlita. Again, I'm so
sorry. It's always hard, but when they continue to rebound again and
again, we start to feel, maybe, just maybe this one will stay, this one
is different. We have to live with that hope, to live otherwise is not
truly living, to live otherwise clouds the wonderful moments we share.
I've learned so much from my wonderful fur teachers, one of the greatest
lessons is living in the moment, living those moments to the fullest.
Try not to feel bad about not knowing that this time was different, that
this was her time. She was with her buddies, maybe they needed it to
happen this way, it's always so hard on everyone, our family members
with fur as well as those without. What a loving little soul she is!
Such a blessing to you and yours, and now to us as well. Thank you for
sharing your memories of her with us. Sending you hugs and healing
blessings to sooth you in your grief,
Nina
Susan Loesch wrote:
Yes, my little Carla was feleuk positive. She and her 2 brothers and
1 sister were rescues from Little Rock Animal Services when they were
babies. Carla was the only long-term survivor. She was solid black
and such a little doll -- never got any bigger than maybe a 3 month
old kitten. Skinny as a rail, but a good eater. LOVED to climb up
on me at night and make biscuits! She was around 3 when she died.
Off and on she had "down" periods - I'd come in and find her
stretched out and not moving, dehydrated and seemingly at death's
door. But a boost of Ringers subQ and a little rest and baby food and
she'd be up and running again. That is what happened her last
evening. She had seemed to recover and was eating again and purring
and I didn't notice any difference in that time or the ones before.
In fact I was so sure she was OK that I left her in my spare bedroom
piled up with her buddies and didn't take her to bed with me or stay
in there with her. But obviously something was different because the
next morning she was gone. It took me so by surprise and was such a
hard loss. She'd been so thin for so long, and so small, but had just
kept on going. I guess I was lulled into thinking that she was going
to be a survivor. I sure do miss my scrawny looking cuddle-baby
Carlita. She was such a joy.
