Sweety Passed Away.
I'm blogging because I have no shoulder to cry on. Without one, I find myself resisting the urge to bawl my head off. What good would it do? I'm actually relieved, if not a little sorry for myself. You see, Sweety was a Maine Coon cat. The problem with them stems from the fact that 15 years ago there was no vaccination against FIV, and Maine Coons were practically born with it. If they didn't have it at birth, the mother spread to to them via her saliva. Any cat with already full-blown FIV may or may not respond to current treatment. Those treatments cost a pretty penny - over $1000. Sweety was already 15 years old, frail, and was unable to care for herself. Her fur matted up requiring regular shaving, baths, and endless brushing. There was nothing to do but try to keep up with her never-ending diarrhea, which is often a symptom of FIV, just like it is in HIV. Eventually she just became a burden. She destroyed the house regularly. My carpet required constant clea...