Dear Saraferret, I had to help a sweet little girl to the Bridge on Wednesday March 2, 2005. She had only been with me for about 3 weeks but stole my heart. When she was feeling up to it she loved Pounce cat treats and She loved sleep sacks. I only got to see her dook and dance once but now she is at the bridge I hope she able to show how well she can perform to all the ones who are there. She will be looking for 3 other fuzzies who passed before her: Max, Ziggy and Levon. She was so dainty and everything she did was too, her fur was so thick.......she was quite the looker. This was so hard to do. This is the first time I have gone through a little one being so so sick. For the last week of her life I was giving her sub Q fluids, but she just couldn't stay hydrated. (It's amazing what you will learn to do when it comes to these guys) I was feeding her by syringe every 3-4 hours what I could get her to eat. She was down to skin and bones and I was so desperate to save her, I guess it just wasn't meant to be. She was diagnosed with helicobacter and was passing dark tarry stools, she hated the meds and I tried to mask them with the feedings of soup. The last couple of days her poor little bum and surrounding areas looked as though they were bruised and her skin was turning shades of yellowish orange. I keep thinking I could have done more sooner. I hated having to have her put down, but I could see she just couldn't take anymore. I spent an hour, before we made the final trip to a vet, telling her of the bridge and how beautiful it would be, how she would feel so much better and she would get to see Max. I kept telling her I tried and that I was so sorry I couldn't save her. Please let her know she will never be forgotten. Sincerely broken hearted, Missy [Posted in FML issue 4808]