*Susan, my heart is just breaking for you. I lost my "soul-kitty" Wheezie on Saturday... and it was one of the most difficult losses I've ever had to cope with. He was the love of my life... so I can imagine a bottle baby you've had from so young. We feel so helpless sometimes... Wheezie had congestive heart failure that we were treating for over six months with a cardiologist... but I know the feeling of leaving in the morning and praying when you open the door at the end of the day that his beautiful face would be there to greet me. I'm so sorry for your loss Susan... we all are. Hopefully Wheezie and Leader are playing together pain free and happy....* **hugs** *Leslie =^..^=*
On 2/6/07, Susan Loesch <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
Just as I had feared, my little miracle man, Leader, was dead when I got home yesterday evening. I'd given him a kiss and he'd meowed me a little good bye before I left him -- all wrapped up in the sweatshirt I'd slept in and cuddled warm on my bed with some of his buddies staying close. Born with feline leukemia, and my bottle baby from age 3 weeks, he outlived his 5 brothers and sisters by years - in fact he was just a couple of months shy of six years. Someone said to me yesterday that I must have given him good care -- but I know it wasn't the care he received; his littermates all got the same care and Mittens, his brother who went to live with Gloria, got better, more consistent good care. It was just the luck of the draw. I am so honored to have had him in my life for so long. He was truly amazing, and I shall miss him terribly - as I did last night when I reached out and he wasn't by my head.
-- Leslie =^..^= To leave the world a better place - whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or an improved social condition - that is to have succeeded. That only one life breathed easier because you lived - that is success. ---Ralph Waldo Emerson
