This thread has helped me in so many ways. Even if I've all but cried my eyes out while reading it. My sweet 3 year old baby Fidget was diagnosed 18 months ago. The first year after that was a breeze. No trouble at all, and I hardly ever thought about the disease. Four months ago she had a second episode, that threw me into a constant state of anxiety. I suffer greatly from generalized anxiety, and she is my emotional support animal. I've never in my life felt so attached to anything like I do with her. She's my little peep. Now anytime her breathing picks up, I get so scared. She's had one other episode since August, and almost another but I caught it quickly. I've made her an oxygen box that her vet recommended. It seems to help tremendously when she's fighting for breath. I would do anything to save her life. It's so very hard to watch her go through this evil disease. I hate it so much knowing I can't cure her. She's so full of life and deserved to live it long and happily. As do all of our precious kitties. I pray nightly for a miracle.
But all I can really do is be happy, for her sake.
But all I can really do is be happy, for her sake.