Post by Neon John Post by Red Green
Bob looks a lot like my Cheerio who I lost to lymphoma last June.
Wow, absent the tail, they'd be near dead-ringers. I'm curious. Was
the lymphoma vaccine-induced? I lost Frosty, a gorgeous Persian to
that. A tumor developed at the injection site and spread to his
I've had a huge internal debate with myself over whether to vaccinate
my two new buddies for anything other than the critical rabies and
leukemia. It appears that the carcinogenic component of the
multi-vacs is the agonist chemicals added to make the vaccines
themselves more effective. Since my kids live kinda isolated and
aren't around other animals, my somewhat firm decision is not to
vaccinate. I'm still agonizing over it, though.
Post by Red Green
I cared for him as long as he would not be in any pain, eat and have a
reasonable quality of life. When he stopped eating and drinking for a
2 days, it was time to put him down. He gave us too much over the
years to be selfish of the inevitable. Had him privately creamated and
he sits here to my left in a sealed box.
Bob's buried right behind my cabin and I plan to be here the rest of
my life so our buddies are similarly close. I considered cremation
but the nearest pet crematory was over 100 miles away. I'm just
thankful that digital cameras came along when they did so that I could
have a few hundred Bob photos to enjoy.
The last couple of weeks were sheer agony, for me more than Bob,
trying to decide when to put him down. I figured he'd let me know
when the time was right. Problem was, he'd have two or three good
days and then a bad one. In the end, thank God, that awful task was
taken off my shoulders by the burst ulcer.
Post by Red Green
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Thanks, I like that.
The most amazing thing happened last summer. Bob had gotten his
terminal diagnosis so I knew my time with him was short. I was
sitting in the general store one day when the game and fish ranger
came in, asking if anyone would like some kittens. He told the story
of someone dumping a pregnant cat off at the trout hatchery that he
supervises. When I heard the magic word "Manx", I leapt at the
He was trapping the kittens as they weaned. Fred was the second one.
When I looked in his cage, I almost fell down I was so stunned.
Sitting there was a little kitten version of Bob.
http://www.neon-john.com/Fred/Fred_home.htm The only difference is
that Fred's a "powder puff" (no tail) while Bob was a stubbie. Almost
identical personalities. Love at first sight and all that.
A week later the ranger came back and said that he had a 3rd kitten.
I just had to look. That was Jake
http://www.neon-john.com/Jake/Jake_Home.htm. That extra week made him
wild as a coot! Took me a couple of weeks to get to pick him up the
first time. As an adult, his markings are almost identical to your
Fred is developing a personality almost identical to Bob's. With a
little age, I think he'll get there. Jake.... Well, Jake's still a
bit jumpy. He's gotten friendlier but I think that he'll always be
"just a cat".
The two of 'em together are a 24 hour a day riot. Of course, my cabin
looks like a bomb went off in it :-) They're inseparable. Right now
they're learning that a queen bumblebee, while a tasty snack, has
quite a "bite" to it
:-) It's been an evening-long battle but I think the kids have finally
Here's hoping that you are as lucky as me and find a perfect
replacement for Cheerio.
John De Armond
See my website for my current email address
http://www.johndearmond.com <-- best little blog on the net!
Tellico Plains, Occupied TN
To have doubted ones own first principles is the mark of a civilized
man -Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
I'm curious. Was the lymphoma vaccine-induced?
No it wasn't.
We all have our memories of them forever. That's what they give us. One
of his traits is he would back down from NOTHING.
was sitting on the sidewalk. He saw the dog and just crouched as low as
he could go with ears back. The Akita walked around without the owner
even leading it.
Here he challenges another neighbors 160lb dane/shepard.
Cheerio hissed and whacked at it.
And the winner is...