Just got home from the vet with the news that the kitten I had adopted a day and a half ago had FeLV. I couldn't risk Pepper and Petunia's lives (no room to quarantine him except a bathroom and I couldn't make him live like that). I hadn't even named him yet except to call him Spasti-cat because he was such a loving little guy. I was afraid of what the vet would tell me this morning and my fears turned out to be correct. I am devastated that this beautiful life was ended so abruptly and will always remember another life taken by this horrible disease.
