i lost my beautiful ginger man on the 6th october last year. he had a lost a little weight and although i couldn't put my finger on it, something wasn't right about him.
basically the vet ran loads of tests with nothing conclusive showing up.
but in just over 2 weeks my cuddly, happy, hugely eccentric boy went blind, lost so much weight, had little or no appetite and spent all his time on his chair, only coming down to wander aimlessly around failing to find his tray.
the conclusion the vet did reach was that it could be FIP, but as we all know nothing could be done.
2 weeks and 5 days after that first visit i held him as the vet put him to sleep.
i had adopted janet (yes he was a boy, think a feline dame edna everage) 5 years ago from a rescue centre where he had been placed after living in a 40 cat household. he had numerous 'problems', polyps in his ears, terrible teeth, bad eyesight, but i fell in love with him at first sight. he was a menace to live with and my other 3 cats hated him but they kinda rubbed along ok.
he truly was my baby, and we didn't like to spend too much time apart. i miss him more than i thought possible.
i'm so very sorry for your loss saya, but so happy to know that your babies found you when they needed you most.
i believe cats come to us for a reason, however short and sometimes painful it is.
you loved them and they knew that.