its been 3 weeks since I lost my beloved Harrison.
I found him when he was only about a week old. His eyes were terrible and near by neighbors informed me that the rest of his litter had already died. I was determined to fix him and find a home. He became attached to me quickly; crying out the second he heard my voice. Needing to sleep next to me at night. And so I named him ..and the rest is history.
He became my side kick. Literally. He never did get his sight, his left eye had to be removed and his right healed to be blind. He would come with me to work, family and friends houses. Random car rides.. the car was his favorite. My 2 y/o cat, Simon, had anxiety issues and was not friendly with anyone but me. Harrison brought out a fatherly side of him and ever since, Simon is now a cuddly mush care taker to all cats he meets. They would groom each other, harrison would wake me with kisses every morning, it was all around too good to be true. He fit into our family like a missing peice.
his surgery for his eye was quite stressful, and to top it off he was also cryptorchid, so neutering had to be a whole seperate surgery.
If he was born with FIP, wouldn't the cells have mutated then- during all the stresses of surgery?
I worry that my care for animals has cursed me. I have taken in fosters since, and I can't seem to shake the guilt.. that my poor Harrison's immune system just wasnt strong enough while I may have had a carrier passing through.of course any animal brought into our home was cuddled and kissed by him.. I wish I had had an ounce of knowledge about this disease. Unfortunately I discovered its existence the hardest way..
I found him when he was only about a week old. His eyes were terrible and near by neighbors informed me that the rest of his litter had already died. I was determined to fix him and find a home. He became attached to me quickly; crying out the second he heard my voice. Needing to sleep next to me at night. And so I named him ..and the rest is history.
He became my side kick. Literally. He never did get his sight, his left eye had to be removed and his right healed to be blind. He would come with me to work, family and friends houses. Random car rides.. the car was his favorite. My 2 y/o cat, Simon, had anxiety issues and was not friendly with anyone but me. Harrison brought out a fatherly side of him and ever since, Simon is now a cuddly mush care taker to all cats he meets. They would groom each other, harrison would wake me with kisses every morning, it was all around too good to be true. He fit into our family like a missing peice.
his surgery for his eye was quite stressful, and to top it off he was also cryptorchid, so neutering had to be a whole seperate surgery.
If he was born with FIP, wouldn't the cells have mutated then- during all the stresses of surgery?
I worry that my care for animals has cursed me. I have taken in fosters since, and I can't seem to shake the guilt.. that my poor Harrison's immune system just wasnt strong enough while I may have had a carrier passing through.of course any animal brought into our home was cuddled and kissed by him.. I wish I had had an ounce of knowledge about this disease. Unfortunately I discovered its existence the hardest way..