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]