My cat Peanut died on Dec. 23, 1997. Two days before Christmas. He was only 6 months old. When he was 5 months old I took him to get neutered and about a week later he wasn't acting like himself so I took him back to the vet. They weren't sure what was wrong so they did some tests and told me it could be FIP. Although the FIP test came back negative they insisted that's what was wrong with him. I tried everything to help him but FIP is incurable. On the last vet visit, which was the day he died, they took a sample of his liver to have it sent out and looked at. We went home and when I opened the carrier to let him out, he fell to the floor. He was alive but slowly dying which of course I didn't know. We rushed him right back to the vet which was only a mile away. I held him in my arms the whole way and kept telling him how much I loved him and begging him not to leave me. I stared in complete horror watching him gasping for air and seeing the thermometer read only 88 degrees. Of course I lost it and my husband made me go into another room. No long after the vet came and told us that Peanut passed away. I will never forget the pain and hurt that I felt at that moment. I miss him so much and I think about him everyday. Christmas will never be the same. I had him cremated because I felt that I could keep him with me wherever I was. I am very glad I did that. I had another cat named Emma who is almost 5 now. After 6 months of Peanut being gone, I got another kitten. He looked just like Peanut so I couldn't resist. I really didn't want another one but I felt bad leaving Emma home alone while we worked. PJ, (Peanut Junior) just turned 4 in March and although nothing could ever take the place of Peanut, PJ definately fills the void. I love my two cats with all my heart and my life literally revolves around them! They mean the world to me and will always come first. I know this was long but it helps to talk to about it. I'm glad I found this site.
LeeAnne
LeeAnne
