|Grand daughter with kittens at 6 weeks|
|Jack and grandson|
When Jack was diagnosed with a form of Feline Leukemia when he was 4, we were flabbergasted. How could this happen? We had them all tested as kittens and not a one of them had or has ever set foot outside. The only possible explanation was that he had contracted it 'in utero' from his feral mother. We had all the others re-checked and he was the only one affected. The prognosis wasn't good, but Jack was a fighter. He had his bad days, but in general he held his own for 6 years.
So... yes, we are heart-broken to have lost him. However, we have wonderful memories and realize how lucky we were to have been able to share these last 10 years with him. Who would have known that a little feral cat could bring so much joy?
*Oh, if you'd like to know how he got the name "Jumpin' Jack Lickytispit"... it was because as a kitten he never seemed to walk... but jumped from place to place like a bunny, then as he got older the Lick-yti-spitt came from the fact that he loved to lick you (give you kisses) and if he was really in a loving mood, he drooled (thus the 'spit').*
Thanks so much for all your kind remarks. DH and I really appreciate your taking the time to make them...
|In loving memory of Jack|