Work today was hard. Earlier in the day than usual, I began judging and consequently disliking many of the customers. Mostly my mind was on Tommy and my parents.
Since last night, I’ve been thinking a lot about FIP and the way my foster cat has been acting. I took her to the vet about 2 weeks ago and they didn’t think anything was particularly wrong. So I took her home for more TLC. But recently she’s been lethargic and her belly has swelled despite her not eating much– like Tommy. So I took her to the shelter, saying, I can’t care for her anymore, she needs real medical attention. And they drew fluid from her belly and said she had FIP. A few minutes later I held her while they euthanized her. I watched her breathe– breathe– breathe– and then stop.
She was a very sweet, affectionate young cat. I had hoped she would get better, and she never really did. It upsets me. The next step is to clean my house to try to protect my other cats from the virus. Since they’re very healthy, it’s unlikely that they’ll be susceptible to it, and if they were going to catch it they probably already would have. But the cleaning is as much for my peace of mind as it is for their health.