Hello all,
I just joined this message board today as I am a big cat lover and have enjoyed the company of cats all of my life so really, I couldn't see myself living without cats!
Anyway, here is my story. My husband and I moved here from another province about a month ago. We just purchased a house and already have an adult cat whom we brought with us when we moved. We decided since we had our own house that we should look at adopting a kitty. We found the perfect one - actually he found us. His name (at the shelter) was "Simon". He was an orange kitty full of love but very thin. We fell in love with him and took him home late August 2009. We changed his name to "Jasper" as we thought it suit him a little better. About two weeks go by and during one lunch hour, my husband goes, "What's wrong with his eye?" and I look over and the protective layer of his one eye was covering part of the eye (creepy to say the least!).. we brought him into the vets office and they had no idea what was going on. He was very lethargic, not really interested in doing much and so the vet took some blood and said that he's not "knocking on death's door" and thought perhaps he had a parasite. He gave him some antibiotics and we were on our way. During that next two week period, we were in and out of the vets office basically on a daily basis. We even tried giving him some laxative as he wasn't really using the litter much and not eating either. Perhaps he had something caught in his tummy? Anyway, one night we get a call from the vets office and they leave a voicemail saying they're concerned that it may be "FIP" (Feline infectious peritonitis) which is fatal. Around the end of September, Jasper had a seizure near midnight (and was panting and couldn't breathe) so we rushed him to the vets office just down the street and they stabilized him. The vet managed to stabilize him and gave him some food and water droplets (or whatever it's called where it goes directly into his skin) and said to come back first thing in the AM to get some x-ray's to find out what's the matter with him. He had four more seizures in an eight hour period that night and by 7am the next morning, he was gone. His eyes were open but no one was home. We decided it was for the best and had to put him down. It was exactly a month after we adopted him we had to put him down. My heart felt like it had been ripped into pieces it hurt so much. From what we can gather, we're assuming he had FIP which from what I heard attacks the nervous system (or there's two types of it at least). We have since adopted another kitty (whom was actually at the same shelter the day we adopted Jasper but was two months younger than him) and he has filled that void in our heart.
I just joined this message board today as I am a big cat lover and have enjoyed the company of cats all of my life so really, I couldn't see myself living without cats!
Anyway, here is my story. My husband and I moved here from another province about a month ago. We just purchased a house and already have an adult cat whom we brought with us when we moved. We decided since we had our own house that we should look at adopting a kitty. We found the perfect one - actually he found us. His name (at the shelter) was "Simon". He was an orange kitty full of love but very thin. We fell in love with him and took him home late August 2009. We changed his name to "Jasper" as we thought it suit him a little better. About two weeks go by and during one lunch hour, my husband goes, "What's wrong with his eye?" and I look over and the protective layer of his one eye was covering part of the eye (creepy to say the least!).. we brought him into the vets office and they had no idea what was going on. He was very lethargic, not really interested in doing much and so the vet took some blood and said that he's not "knocking on death's door" and thought perhaps he had a parasite. He gave him some antibiotics and we were on our way. During that next two week period, we were in and out of the vets office basically on a daily basis. We even tried giving him some laxative as he wasn't really using the litter much and not eating either. Perhaps he had something caught in his tummy? Anyway, one night we get a call from the vets office and they leave a voicemail saying they're concerned that it may be "FIP" (Feline infectious peritonitis) which is fatal. Around the end of September, Jasper had a seizure near midnight (and was panting and couldn't breathe) so we rushed him to the vets office just down the street and they stabilized him. The vet managed to stabilize him and gave him some food and water droplets (or whatever it's called where it goes directly into his skin) and said to come back first thing in the AM to get some x-ray's to find out what's the matter with him. He had four more seizures in an eight hour period that night and by 7am the next morning, he was gone. His eyes were open but no one was home. We decided it was for the best and had to put him down. It was exactly a month after we adopted him we had to put him down. My heart felt like it had been ripped into pieces it hurt so much. From what we can gather, we're assuming he had FIP which from what I heard attacks the nervous system (or there's two types of it at least). We have since adopted another kitty (whom was actually at the same shelter the day we adopted Jasper but was two months younger than him) and he has filled that void in our heart.