Thank you all so much for your kind thoughts and words. Knowing there were so many that mourned Ceasar along with me helped so much. I've been so blessed in being able to help many of my fur friends recover from what seemed like insurmountable odds that having to make the final decision over the phone, without looking in his eyes to know for sure, was so very difficult. It was even harder because of my strong feeling that felv should not be considered a death sentence. Unfortunately, in the case of a truly feral fellow like Ceasar, it became the deciding factor. Last night when I captured him, I assured him that when he recovered, it would be his choice to stay under my protection, or return to the wild. Because of the felv, that choice no longer existed. This was just crushing to me. I often tell myself that the fate of my wild friends is even less in my control than those that are able to accept my interventions. Being forewarned never seems to ease the pain of reality, or ease the despair of loss.
Thank you for caring,
Nina

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