Hey y'all. So four days ago I had to make the heartbreaking decision to put my two year old cat to sleep... it was unexpected for me because he was so young and lively up until two weeks ago, and I only had him for a little over a month. He was very lively and loving and energetic, then he stopped eating and had a dangerously high fever. Antibiotics didn't respond to it, he wouldn't let me force feed him the amount he needed... basically the vets weren't sure what it was and tried various antibiotics and kept him for several days at a time to try to help. No luck, and then the last I brought him to the vet his liver was surrounded by fluid... vet told me it was FIP and that there was nothing they could do but try to prolong it, but since he already wasn't eating and hardly moving he was in bad shape and wasn't himself anymore.
It was a rough decision for me because it happened so quickly. I've had multiple cats throughout my life but I just recently moved out on my own as a college student and this was the first cat I adopted and took sole responsibility of. I spoiled him and we had a really close bond and he kept my apartment from feeling lonely. He was my boy. I've never had experience with FIP before and didn't know what it was until now, and I'm heartbroken. I had been led up to that point by the vets to believe it was some sort of allergy, so it was really sudden to go from expecting allergy treatment as the next step to being told hours later that his liver was failing and that it was an incurable disease. I don't blame them for not knowing; my vets were wonderful and I know they did all they could to help him and even cried with me when we had to put him down, but I'm naturally devastated and I have mixed emotions about everything now that he's gone.
For one, now I'm afraid to get a new pet or cat because I feel irrationally like its my fault somehow. I guess that's the grief talking, because I can't really name one thing that I did that I could even blame myself for- he was very spoiled and well-loved and I spent beyond what I could afford on vet visits the moment he started feeling ill (my pet insurance coverage hadn't kicked in yet, figures). Yet I feel horribly guilty, mainly because he seemed fine when i adopted him and then in a series of several weeks went from happy to fatally ill. It doesn't really bode well that the first pet you take care of ends up that way and it was beyond heartbreaking to watch and handle, especially for someone like me who is very close to her pets.
Now I'm just super sad about my apartment in general now that he is gone. I know that he was suffering and it that it can't be helped, but my apartment feels really empty and quiet now and I see the spots he used to sit in and its just and awful reminder. To make matters worse, since he had FIP my vet told me to throw away all of his toys and things, so I feel worse about the fact that now its like I'm getting rid of every sign of him.
I thought about adopting another cat or two kittens when I'm ready because I don't like how quiet this place has been, and there hasn't been a time when I haven't had a cat as a child, though I never had to experience one pass before. I'm not trying to replace him (don't think that is possible anyway, he was such a quirky guy!), but I know from past experience that having cats or a cat has always made me happier and less stressed no matter their personality or flaws. But, the vet told me I have to wait at least two-three months before getting one and to deep clean my entire apartment to prevent a new cat from catching it. I really don't know what I'm going to do until then, it seems like a long time.
I'm also afraid that any new cat or kitten I might get will have FIP as well, and wary of the shelter I adopted them from. I'm not sure how common FIP is in cats, but I do know that previous to this I have adopted other cats from this same shelter and have had no problems. I guess I'm just scared of becoming close to a pet and have to lose it so soon just like I did with him... It really doesn't make too much sense considering there isn't any avoidance to it: no matter where you get the cat from there's always that chance that it might have come in contact with FIP, I suppose.
So emotional-vent story over, I'd really like some advice and especially from people who have dealt with FIP before (or who have lost pets). I tried researching the disease itself but every site seems to contradict itself and my vet didn't really help.. when I asked her over the phone if it was contagious she literally said "well let me google it and come back to you" ? So.. yeah. Support, advice, tips for cleaning an apartment out after a cat has had FIP... anything is welcome. I appreciate any of you for reading this at all and anyone has experienced a similar or recent loss of a pet, know that I feel for you personally.
It was a rough decision for me because it happened so quickly. I've had multiple cats throughout my life but I just recently moved out on my own as a college student and this was the first cat I adopted and took sole responsibility of. I spoiled him and we had a really close bond and he kept my apartment from feeling lonely. He was my boy. I've never had experience with FIP before and didn't know what it was until now, and I'm heartbroken. I had been led up to that point by the vets to believe it was some sort of allergy, so it was really sudden to go from expecting allergy treatment as the next step to being told hours later that his liver was failing and that it was an incurable disease. I don't blame them for not knowing; my vets were wonderful and I know they did all they could to help him and even cried with me when we had to put him down, but I'm naturally devastated and I have mixed emotions about everything now that he's gone.
For one, now I'm afraid to get a new pet or cat because I feel irrationally like its my fault somehow. I guess that's the grief talking, because I can't really name one thing that I did that I could even blame myself for- he was very spoiled and well-loved and I spent beyond what I could afford on vet visits the moment he started feeling ill (my pet insurance coverage hadn't kicked in yet, figures). Yet I feel horribly guilty, mainly because he seemed fine when i adopted him and then in a series of several weeks went from happy to fatally ill. It doesn't really bode well that the first pet you take care of ends up that way and it was beyond heartbreaking to watch and handle, especially for someone like me who is very close to her pets.
Now I'm just super sad about my apartment in general now that he is gone. I know that he was suffering and it that it can't be helped, but my apartment feels really empty and quiet now and I see the spots he used to sit in and its just and awful reminder. To make matters worse, since he had FIP my vet told me to throw away all of his toys and things, so I feel worse about the fact that now its like I'm getting rid of every sign of him.
I thought about adopting another cat or two kittens when I'm ready because I don't like how quiet this place has been, and there hasn't been a time when I haven't had a cat as a child, though I never had to experience one pass before. I'm not trying to replace him (don't think that is possible anyway, he was such a quirky guy!), but I know from past experience that having cats or a cat has always made me happier and less stressed no matter their personality or flaws. But, the vet told me I have to wait at least two-three months before getting one and to deep clean my entire apartment to prevent a new cat from catching it. I really don't know what I'm going to do until then, it seems like a long time.
I'm also afraid that any new cat or kitten I might get will have FIP as well, and wary of the shelter I adopted them from. I'm not sure how common FIP is in cats, but I do know that previous to this I have adopted other cats from this same shelter and have had no problems. I guess I'm just scared of becoming close to a pet and have to lose it so soon just like I did with him... It really doesn't make too much sense considering there isn't any avoidance to it: no matter where you get the cat from there's always that chance that it might have come in contact with FIP, I suppose.
So emotional-vent story over, I'd really like some advice and especially from people who have dealt with FIP before (or who have lost pets). I tried researching the disease itself but every site seems to contradict itself and my vet didn't really help.. when I asked her over the phone if it was contagious she literally said "well let me google it and come back to you" ? So.. yeah. Support, advice, tips for cleaning an apartment out after a cat has had FIP... anything is welcome. I appreciate any of you for reading this at all and anyone has experienced a similar or recent loss of a pet, know that I feel for you personally.