Hi, new member here. My name's Meng and I have two cats (one black short-hair and one white/grey short-hair) and just lost our 3rd kitty last night due to FIP. His name was Winston (a grey medium-hair). He had the biggest personality out of all of our cats. For the first month, he just loved his new place (we only had him for a month and a half). Took little time for the two other cats to get along with him. We had the perfect little family pretty much! Then a couple weeks ago we noticed him not being himself. He kept to himself alot, slept most of the day, and only getting up to eat then going back to lay down. We didn't think much of it for the first week. Some people we talked to told us he might just be going through a phase where he sleeps alot.
The second week he just seem totally out of it. At times when I was working on the computer, I'd look over to him and he would just lay there, staring off to space. Yesterday while at work, my gf text messages me that she's taking Winston to the Emergency Vet because something was terribly wrong. She told me she tried picking him up and setting him down, that his legs couldn't even support himself anymore. An hour after the first message, she told me that after tests, he tested positive for FIP. I had no clue what it was at the time and figured, no big deal, I can pay for the medication/surgery. Then she messaged me telling me the Vet said there was no cure and that he's very sick and the outcome looks bad. The whole time at work all I could think of was him.
I got off work and called my gf right away. She was balling, telling me we have no choice but to either put Winston down or let him wither away at home. I sat there for a while and made the decision to put him down. I hadn't seen him all day. She came by to pick me up with Winston and he was in HORRIBLE shape. His stomach was so big and filled with fluid. He made the saddest cries I've ever heard come out of his mouth. I tried holding him, but it just hurt him because of the stomach pains I'm sure. I just kept petting him and telling him it was going to be all right and that he'll feel better soon. This is pretty much my first pet to go through this with. We get to the vet and I'm holding him like a baby, just rubbing him, trying to keep him as comfortable as possible. He just kept crying in pain. I just wanted to make it all better for him. In my head I just kept saying "Why him? He so good natured, so kind, so caring, so fun and lovable! He's lived from house to house, shelter to shelter and finally found a family to keep him forever and he didn't even get to enjoy it...". We said our goodbyes, my gf couldn't be in the room when it happened, but I had to be just because it felt right for me. I just kissed him on the head, told him it'll be alright and kept petting him.
The Vet did her thing, and he just wimpered away, and I watched his breathing fade away. He just stared off in space. Like that, he was gone from our lives forever. I tried so hard to hold it in the whole day up until she said "His heart has stopped beating, I'm sorry for your loss". I just broke down and balled like a baby. I haven't done that in YEARS. But within the last month and a half, this little guy was like a kid of my own. I just couldn't keep the tears back once they started. I just kept petting him...and after about 10-15mins, kissed him on the head one more time and left the room. I've heard of people loosing pets of many years...this was just as hard I think. It's the first pet I've ever lost. He was part of our little family and such a young one at that. I just wanted to share this with somebody and have it a reminder to everyone to cherish the moments they have with their loved ones. Winston was only 7 1/2 months old, and he lived it to the fullest til his dying day. I'll always remember him, my little buddy, Winston.
- Meng
The second week he just seem totally out of it. At times when I was working on the computer, I'd look over to him and he would just lay there, staring off to space. Yesterday while at work, my gf text messages me that she's taking Winston to the Emergency Vet because something was terribly wrong. She told me she tried picking him up and setting him down, that his legs couldn't even support himself anymore. An hour after the first message, she told me that after tests, he tested positive for FIP. I had no clue what it was at the time and figured, no big deal, I can pay for the medication/surgery. Then she messaged me telling me the Vet said there was no cure and that he's very sick and the outcome looks bad. The whole time at work all I could think of was him.
I got off work and called my gf right away. She was balling, telling me we have no choice but to either put Winston down or let him wither away at home. I sat there for a while and made the decision to put him down. I hadn't seen him all day. She came by to pick me up with Winston and he was in HORRIBLE shape. His stomach was so big and filled with fluid. He made the saddest cries I've ever heard come out of his mouth. I tried holding him, but it just hurt him because of the stomach pains I'm sure. I just kept petting him and telling him it was going to be all right and that he'll feel better soon. This is pretty much my first pet to go through this with. We get to the vet and I'm holding him like a baby, just rubbing him, trying to keep him as comfortable as possible. He just kept crying in pain. I just wanted to make it all better for him. In my head I just kept saying "Why him? He so good natured, so kind, so caring, so fun and lovable! He's lived from house to house, shelter to shelter and finally found a family to keep him forever and he didn't even get to enjoy it...". We said our goodbyes, my gf couldn't be in the room when it happened, but I had to be just because it felt right for me. I just kissed him on the head, told him it'll be alright and kept petting him.
The Vet did her thing, and he just wimpered away, and I watched his breathing fade away. He just stared off in space. Like that, he was gone from our lives forever. I tried so hard to hold it in the whole day up until she said "His heart has stopped beating, I'm sorry for your loss". I just broke down and balled like a baby. I haven't done that in YEARS. But within the last month and a half, this little guy was like a kid of my own. I just couldn't keep the tears back once they started. I just kept petting him...and after about 10-15mins, kissed him on the head one more time and left the room. I've heard of people loosing pets of many years...this was just as hard I think. It's the first pet I've ever lost. He was part of our little family and such a young one at that. I just wanted to share this with somebody and have it a reminder to everyone to cherish the moments they have with their loved ones. Winston was only 7 1/2 months old, and he lived it to the fullest til his dying day. I'll always remember him, my little buddy, Winston.
- Meng
