My boyfriend and I recently lost our beloved kitty, Peach, to a suspected liver failure. While visiting the vet today to pick up her things (we were out of town when she passed), he was able to discuss her passing with the vet who cared for her. Long story short, the vet is confident that our sweet Peach contracted dry FIP. We are taking comfort in the thought that there wasn’t really anything else we could have done, and that we would have only prolonged the inevitable. Our decision to end her suffering humanely is not one we regret in the slightest. Because of the sudden nature of her passing, we are both eager to introduce a new kitty into our lives to shower with love just as we did with Peach while she is with us. As of now, we are set to meet a sweet kitten on Thursday. Both of us are so excited to welcome her home, and feel that having her around will help us heal after losing our Peach. I miss her so much, and only wish I could have another chance to kiss her nose and tell her how much I love her. I think we are coping in a healthy way, but I can’t stop doubting how things all ended, as if anything could have been done differently. She was so good and it is bittersweet preparing for a new kitty. It was only a short time ago that we were preparing to welcome Peachy home.