Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Chris, I am so sorry for your loss. Romeo was lucky to show up at your doorstep. tonya Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when Id whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldnt miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybodys food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, hed scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters weve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home readybut he turned out to be positive and they couldnt handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner werent that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby stepsfirst the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, hed come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his facethis is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get outhe rarely sat at the windowthe couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat youd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But hed jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to himall jealousy, Im sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. Hed never been real sick beforehad some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so Id always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. Hed been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hardlike he couldnt catch his breath. Hed been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him inABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming insideABSOLUTELY NOThe had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We cant save them foreverbut we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Christine, Your story is so inspiring! And heartbreaking too... :( It brought back that old familiar lump in my throat I get when I think about my own losses. Thank you for being the loving person you are. Little Romeo was so lucky to have you! :) 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 ~~~ From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 3:37:28 PM Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I’d whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn’t miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody’s food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he’d scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we’ve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready—but he turned out to be positive and they couldn’t handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren’t that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps—first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he’d come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face—this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out—he rarely sat at the window—the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you’d ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he’d jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him—all jealousy, I’m sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He’d never been real sick before—had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I’d always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He’d been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard—like he couldn’t catch his breath. He’d been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in—ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside—ABSOLUTELY NOT—he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can’t save them forever—but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Thanks for sharing your story. I believe the rescued kitties are the most grateful. And even more so, the special needs recued ones! A great tribute to Romeo (and you). Thanks for sharing! You now have one more guardian angel watching over you. Laurie From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 3:37:28 PM Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when Id whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldnt miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybodys food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, hed scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters weve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home readybut he turned out to be positive and they couldnt handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner werent that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby stepsfirst the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, hed come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his facethis is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get outhe rarely sat at the windowthe couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat youd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But hed jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to himall jealousy, Im sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. Hed never been real sick beforehad some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so Id always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. Hed been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hardlike he couldnt catch his breath. Hed been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him inABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming insideABSOLUTELY NOThe had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We cant save them foreverbut we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk
[Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when Id whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldnt miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybodys food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, hed scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters weve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home readybut he turned out to be positive and they couldnt handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner werent that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby stepsfirst the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, hed come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his facethis is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get outhe rarely sat at the windowthe couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat youd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But hed jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to himall jealousy, Im sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. Hed never been real sick beforehad some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so Id always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. Hed been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hardlike he couldnt catch his breath. Hed been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him inABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming insideABSOLUTELY NOThe had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We cant save them foreverbut we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Dear Christine, I am so sorry to hear that it was Romeo's time to leave you. Thank you for sharing Romeo's story with us - it is so inspiring. Sleep soft, dear Romeo... You are in my thoughts prayers. Kat (Mew Jersey) On Mon, 10 Nov 2008, Chris wrote: Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 16:37:28 -0500 From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] Reply-To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I?d whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn?t miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody?s food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he?d scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we?ve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready?but he turned out to be positive and they couldn?t handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren?t that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps?first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he?d come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face?this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out?he rarely sat at the window?the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ? years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you?d ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he?d jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him?all jealousy, I?m sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He?d never been real sick before?had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I?d always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He?d been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard?like he couldn?t catch his breath. He?d been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in?ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside?ABSOLUTELY NOT?he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can?t save them forever?but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Chris, thank you for telling us Romeo's story. He's surely telling all the Bridge kitties a similar story, but it's all about how great YOU are and how he trained you into a loving mommy. Hugs to you. Diane R. -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Chris Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 3:37 PM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I'd whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn't miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody's food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he'd scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we've had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready-but he turned out to be positive and they couldn't handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren't that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps-first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he'd come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face-this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out-he rarely sat at the window-the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you'd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he'd jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him-all jealousy, I'm sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He'd never been real sick before-had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I'd always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He'd been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard-like he couldn't catch his breath. He'd been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in-ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside-ABSOLUTELY NOT-he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can't save them forever-but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org This electronic mail transmission and any attachments are confidential and may be privileged. They should be read or retained only by the intended recipient. If you have received this transmission in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Chris, I'm so sorry your Romeo had to leave. I know he loved his good life with you and it was his time to go but it still just breaks my heart a bit every time I read one of these emails. Lynne - Original Message - From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 4:37 PM Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I'd whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn't miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody's food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he'd scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we've had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready-but he turned out to be positive and they couldn't handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren't that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps-first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he'd come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face-this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out-he rarely sat at the window-the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you'd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he'd jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him-all jealousy, I'm sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He'd never been real sick before-had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I'd always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He'd been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard-like he couldn't catch his breath. He'd been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in-ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside-ABSOLUTELY NOT-he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can't save them forever-but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org __ NOD32 3597 (20081108) Information __ This message was checked by NOD32 antivirus system. http://www.eset.com ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
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Chris, What a very moving and inspiring story you write of your sweet little Romeo. What a vivid picture you paint--I can imagine him meowing like crazy as he headed towards you and the food. I'm so very, very sorry that you've lost him--I know how devastatingly quickly and suddenly it happens with our FeLV babies--but I'm glad he had such a loving and caring home for these past 5 years, and he never had to worry about where his next meal was coming from, or where he might find shelter. You truly gave him a life worth living. Love and hugs Kerry M -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Chris Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 3:37 PM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I'd whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn't miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody's food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he'd scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we've had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready-but he turned out to be positive and they couldn't handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren't that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps-first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he'd come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face-this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out-he rarely sat at the window-the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you'd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he'd jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him-all jealousy, I'm sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He'd never been real sick before-had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I'd always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He'd been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard-like he couldn't catch his breath. He'd been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in-ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside-ABSOLUTELY NOT-he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can't save them forever-but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk
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oh, romeo, fly sweetly, little one! i'm so glad that you got to spend these last five years with your mom and human family, and even the other critters--even if they were a bit jealous. thank you, chris, for sharing him with us, and for reminding us what a gift these furones are. MC On Mon, Nov 10, 2008 at 4:37 PM, Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I'd whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn't miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody's food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he'd scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we've had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready—but he turned out to be positive and they couldn't handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren't that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps—first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he'd come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face—this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out—he rarely sat at the window—the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you'd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he'd jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him—all jealousy, I'm sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He'd never been real sick before—had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I'd always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He'd been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard—like he couldn't catch his breath. He'd been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in—ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside—ABSOLUTELY NOT—he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can't save them forever—but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org -- Spay Neuter Your Neighbors! Maybe That'll Make The Difference MaryChristine Special-Needs Coordinator, Purebred Cat Breed Rescue (www.purebredcats.org) Member, SCAT (Special-Cat Action Team) ___ Felvtalk mailing list
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Chris, I am so sorry to hear about your precious Romeo. Thank you for telling us his story. You gave him a home, love wonderful life. I am so glad that there are people like you in this world that take care of these precious kitties. Cindy Reasoner --- On Mon, 11/10/08, Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Date: Monday, November 10, 2008, 3:37 PM It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I’d whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn’t miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody’s food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he’d scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we’ve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready—but he turned out to be positive and they couldn’t handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren’t that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps—first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he’d come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face—this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out—he rarely sat at the window—the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you’d ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he’d jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him—all jealousy, I’m sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He’d never been real sick before—had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I’d always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He’d been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard—like he couldn’t catch his breath. He’d been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in—ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside—ABSOLUTELY NOT—he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can’t save them forever—but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk
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I am so sorry Chris but so happy that Romeo knew what it meant to be loved and cared for. Thank you for his story and for loving and caring for him. Jane On Nov 10, 2008, at 4:54 PM, Rosenfeldt, Diane wrote: Chris, thank you for telling us Romeo's story. He's surely telling all the Bridge kitties a similar story, but it's all about how great YOU are and how he trained you into a loving mommy. Hugs to you. Diane R. -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:felvtalk- [EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Chris Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 3:37 PM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I'd whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn't miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody's food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he'd scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we've had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready-but he turned out to be positive and they couldn't handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren't that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps-first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he'd come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face-this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out-he rarely sat at the window-the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you'd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he'd jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him-all jealousy, I'm sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He'd never been real sick before-had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I'd always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He'd been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard-like he couldn't catch his breath. He'd been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in-ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside-ABSOLUTELY NOT-he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can't save them forever-but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED
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Chris, Thanks for sharing Romeo's story. I am so glad he came into your life. He is in very good comapny now and you have all the wonderful memories of his life with you. Hugs Sally ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
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bless you for taking him in, you changed the world for him and that is a powerful thing - he sounds delightful:) GLOW to light his path and ease your heart... Barb+Smoky the House Puma+El Bandito Malito My cat the clown: paying no mind to whom he should impress. Merely living his life, doing what pleases him, and making me smile. - Anonymous - Original Message From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 3:37:28 PM Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I’d whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn’t miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody’s food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he’d scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we’ve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready—but he turned out to be positive and they couldn’t handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren’t that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps—first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he’d come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face—this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out—he rarely sat at the window—the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you’d ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he’d jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him—all jealousy, I’m sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He’d never been real sick before—had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I’d always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He’d been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard—like he couldn’t catch his breath. He’d been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in—ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside—ABSOLUTELY NOT—he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can’t save them forever—but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
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Chris, I am so sorry to hear about your little Romeo. Thank you for sharing his story. Of all the cats it so often seems like the FeLV+ ones are the most special of all. Sue - Original Message - From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Monday, November 10, 2008 4:37 PM Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I'd whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn't miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody's food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he'd scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we've had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready-but he turned out to be positive and they couldn't handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren't that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps-first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he'd come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face-this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out-he rarely sat at the window-the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you'd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he'd jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him-all jealousy, I'm sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He'd never been real sick before-had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I'd always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He'd been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard-like he couldn't catch his breath. He'd been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in-ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside-ABSOLUTELY NOT-he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can't save them forever-but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Dearest Chris, What a wonderful tribute to Romeo. These special kitties give so much love it's worth the heartache when they leave us. He is now happily romping in the green meadows chasing butterflies with all our angels. Sharyl --- On Mon, 11/10/08, Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Date: Monday, November 10, 2008, 4:37 PM It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I’d whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn’t miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody’s food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he’d scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we’ve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready—but he turned out to be positive and they couldn’t handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren’t that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps—first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he’d come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face—this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out—he rarely sat at the window—the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you’d ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he’d jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him—all jealousy, I’m sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He’d never been real sick before—had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I’d always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He’d been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard—like he couldn’t catch his breath. He’d been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in—ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside—ABSOLUTELY NOT—he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We can’t save them forever—but we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
i know how you felt, you want to keep them just a little longer, but as you said, you look into their eyes and realize that it would be selfish of you to make them stay. for their sake you have to make that decision. i have done it 3 times in the last 2 yrs and it was just as hard each time. they did give me many years of happiness (Shadow and Shorty each 18 years and Snuggles 19 years) and they did seem to enjoy their time with me. them, God gave me Annie and Homie to keep me company. dorlis Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when Id whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldnt miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybodys food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, hed scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters weve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home readybut he turned out to be positive and they couldnt handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner werent that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby stepsfirst the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, hed come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his facethis is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get outhe rarely sat at the windowthe couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat youd ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But hed jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to himall jealousy, Im sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. Hed never been real sick beforehad some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so Id always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. Hed been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hardlike he couldnt catch his breath. Hed been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him inABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming insideABSOLUTELY NOThe had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died a miserable death from the cold and hunger or an infection and he would have been alone. We cant save them foreverbut we can give them some wonderful time and we can all learn so very much about life from these little guys. Christiane Biagi [EMAIL PROTECTED] ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone....
Oh Chris,your story of Romeo just melted my heart. You both were so lucky to have eachother.I lost my Maizee Grace to lymphoma 3 years ao this month.I still miss her very much,.I only had 14 months with her,I got her when she was just 5 weeks old.I will NEVER regret taking her in.I have learned so much about felv,and thanks to her being in my life for just a much too short time,I am now loving and volunteering at Sids cat sanctuary.I have loved and lost many felv and fiv babies in the last 3 years.But my heart carries them all there forever. And I also have 4 fiv+ and one without that I adopted from there. It is good to hear you say that you do not regret anything that you did.You are an angel. Hugs to you. Sherry We who choose to surround ourselves with lives more temporary than our own, Live within a fragile circle,easily and often breached. Unable to accept its aweful gaps. We still would have it no other way --- On Mon, 11/10/08, Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: From: Chris [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: [Felvtalk] Romeo is gone To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Date: Monday, November 10, 2008, 4:37 PM It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you that I lost my Romeo today to lymphoma. I write not out of grief but to encourage all the newbies who wonder whether they can hang on with a FELV positive, whether they know enough to take care of them, whether they should mix, etc. And the resounding answer is YES YES YES. My Romeo was a throw away stray that I first met 7+ years ago when I helped someone out feeding a little colony near me. He was already an adult (3-4 years old) who would come running across the field when I’d whistle and meow the whole way so I wouldn’t miss him. He would get underfoot, get bullied by the other cats, bury everybody’s food, and just rub up against my leg for some loving. I knew someone had been unkind to him cause if I raised my hand, he’d scamper away, just out of reach, cowering. Fast forward two years and we had one of the coldest NY winters we’ve had in a long time. One weekend, we were expecting zero degree temps and a major snowstorm. Romeo was the last of the colony and I knew I had to bring him in. I even had an adoptive home ready—but he turned out to be positive and they couldn’t handle it. Soo, he stayed in my room for a few weeks, watching my every move, figuring out the TV and the vacuum cleaner weren’t that bad. Slowly, he started coming out of his crate at night when he thought I was asleep. Little baby steps—first the food dish got moved next to his crate. Then the litter box in the bathroom. And slowly, he’d come out during the day. I knew we won the battle when I peeked out over my monitor to spot him on my bed. You could see it in his face—this is niiice and from that point on, he was totally comfortable being in and around we humans. Funny thing is that he never really wanted to get out—he rarely sat at the window—the couch and the bed were always much more comfortable for him! Over these last 4 ½ years, Romeo turned into the most loving cat you’d ever want to meet. Only thing I could never do was pick him up or restrain him in any way---he was just too scared. But he’d jump up on me, lie on my chest as I was trying to get to sleep, follow me around like a puppy dog and otherwise just kept thanking all the humans he met for being safe and warm and loved. My other cats were a bit leary of him and Tucson never did take much of a liking to him—all jealousy, I’m sure. But Romeo persevered and the two of them had come to terms with each other... His final illness took him quickly. He’d never been real sick before—had some gum and teeth problems a couple of times, but that was it. Going to the vet was a major trauma for him so I’d always worked with my wonderful vet to keep those visits to a bare minimum. But today was one of those days that I knew he had to get to the vet asap. He’d been feeling poorly during the week and over the weekend, he started breathing very hard—like he couldn’t catch his breath. He’d been on antibiotics for what I thought was another gum problem but when we got to the vet, I knew it was a whole lot more. My vet sent me immediately to our local specialty hospital and they confirmed the lymphoma. He had a large mass in his chest, his lungs had filled up with fluid, and I knew that emotionally and physically, he could never withstand an aggressive course of treatment that in all likelihood would only give him a short extension of his life. So, I made that decision we all dread after I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling me it was time. I stroked him to the end and told him I loved him. And do I regret taking him in—ABSOLUTELY NOT. He gave me so many wonderful memories and he will always be in my heart. And did he regret coming inside—ABSOLUTELY NOT—he had almost 5 years of a wonderful life and I know that had he stayed out, he would have died
Re: [Felvtalk] Romeo is Gone
Oh, such a sweet and inspiring story. Sweet Romeo, may you have an eternity of health and happiness at the Rainbow Bridge. Jody and Catfish, Sheba, Shamrock - all negative - Bo, Seven, Darcy - all FeLV+) ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
