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I'm sorry if I ramble here. I'm crushed. I don't know how to handle this.
In December of last year I took a new stray cat, barely out of his kitten years, into my home. I'd named him L'il Stinker. Some of you may have read a thread I wrote about brining him in. Well, he came into the home, and very quickly became absolute best friends with Tar Pit, whom he followed everywhere (and often slept on top of!)
Yesterday, Stinker started vomiting foam here and there. He was drinking, but oddly. staring at the fountain. He wasn't eating much, and he wasn't his usualy dynamo of endless energy.
I rushed him to the vet and they kept him overnight, did blood tests and x-rays, urine analysis, and although nothing is yet confirmed, today they're leaning towards the possibility he has infectious peritonitis. They already told me they can't cure him. It's also possible he has infected Scout, Trio, Tar Pit and Plucky.
Stinker was checked out by the vets the day after I brought him in. How could they have missed this? My Stinker may die now, my whole family could DIE now...I'm sitting here in tears just thinking about it.
I couldn't cope with this. Losing Stinker so soon, so early is bad enough. He is a little fireball of energy and cuteness and he took such a huge place in my life already. But to then lose all my bestest, closest friends...it would rip the very life out of me.
Why is this happening??
In December of last year I took a new stray cat, barely out of his kitten years, into my home. I'd named him L'il Stinker. Some of you may have read a thread I wrote about brining him in. Well, he came into the home, and very quickly became absolute best friends with Tar Pit, whom he followed everywhere (and often slept on top of!)
Yesterday, Stinker started vomiting foam here and there. He was drinking, but oddly. staring at the fountain. He wasn't eating much, and he wasn't his usualy dynamo of endless energy.
I rushed him to the vet and they kept him overnight, did blood tests and x-rays, urine analysis, and although nothing is yet confirmed, today they're leaning towards the possibility he has infectious peritonitis. They already told me they can't cure him. It's also possible he has infected Scout, Trio, Tar Pit and Plucky.
Stinker was checked out by the vets the day after I brought him in. How could they have missed this? My Stinker may die now, my whole family could DIE now...I'm sitting here in tears just thinking about it.
I couldn't cope with this. Losing Stinker so soon, so early is bad enough. He is a little fireball of energy and cuteness and he took such a huge place in my life already. But to then lose all my bestest, closest friends...it would rip the very life out of me.
Why is this happening??