I in shock. I can't believe that my little marbled man has been taken away from his sister Charlotte and myself so soon. Five years is way too short of a time. I remember after I adopted him and his sister and how full of energy they were. He would come running to her whenever she chirped if they weren't in the same room, and she would do the same when he was meowing. They didn't do that much as adults, but on occasion it would happen.
What started out as treating for Rodentia turned into something much worse and the specialist and my vet are puzzled as to what happened. According to what my vet told me about the ultrasound is that there were irregularities in the membrane around the organs. When I asked about the possibility of FIP she said that he mentioned it didn't resemble the fluid normally associated with a cat that has FIP. Other than treating for rodentia you wouldn't have known anything was wrong with him. His behavior didn't change until Sunday night.
I can't believe this. Everest was a very vibrant, outgoing cat. Spunky, full of energy, always playful and affectionate. I remember how after I adopted him that he would suckle on my shirt or against the pillow. I'll miss feeling him lay next to me as I slept. I miss hearing his chirps, his motorboat purr, his big feet and tail, his bright eyes, and the joy and companionship he has brought me. I miss him, and the pain is hard to take.
I feel for his sister. Charlotte knows something isn't right. I've been explaining to her what happened, but I see her glancing around for him and it breaks my heart to pieces.
RIP Everest. I love you and miss you more than you will ever know.
What started out as treating for Rodentia turned into something much worse and the specialist and my vet are puzzled as to what happened. According to what my vet told me about the ultrasound is that there were irregularities in the membrane around the organs. When I asked about the possibility of FIP she said that he mentioned it didn't resemble the fluid normally associated with a cat that has FIP. Other than treating for rodentia you wouldn't have known anything was wrong with him. His behavior didn't change until Sunday night.
I can't believe this. Everest was a very vibrant, outgoing cat. Spunky, full of energy, always playful and affectionate. I remember how after I adopted him that he would suckle on my shirt or against the pillow. I'll miss feeling him lay next to me as I slept. I miss hearing his chirps, his motorboat purr, his big feet and tail, his bright eyes, and the joy and companionship he has brought me. I miss him, and the pain is hard to take.
I feel for his sister. Charlotte knows something isn't right. I've been explaining to her what happened, but I see her glancing around for him and it breaks my heart to pieces.
RIP Everest. I love you and miss you more than you will ever know.