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I read of the loss of Ulysses and just wished to say how sorry I am for
your loss. There are few who go the extra long mile for a "pet" as you do.
I tried sending an e-mail, but it bounced back.
I remember having no social life whatsoever when all my guys had ECE for 6
months. They went to several vets, and I was taking them to be euthenized
as they were bleeding internally and comatose before I found a vet who knew
what was wrong.
The animals were bones. Not much more. I syringe fed them for half a year
waking up every 4 hours, coming home at lunch to care for them. I changed
my work schedule to be home earlier to feed them again. And then I fed
them every three hours until I could not stay awake.
They had diarrhea, and yet knowing they might die soon, I let them free
roam most of the time. They lost their good litter box habits from the
diarrhea. The mess I had to clean up, all the syringe feedings, and the
fear created wearing and strain filled months.
When it was all over-I was numb, i guess, for a month or so. Then it just
hit me-that half a year of my life had disappeared, that I had not slept
well, that I had isolated myself to save the lives of my guys because there
was no time for phone calls or visits. I drove home always expecting
death. I remember the day it all hit me- I just broke down sobbing.
Take care of yourself please. The FML needs you. I do not weep for
Ulysses, who was loved more than most anything or any one: but for you and
hole in your life and heart.
My prayers
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 2841]
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