When I got home from work today, kitty wasn't looking too well, so I called around all the vets in my area and luckily was able to find one that gave me an appointment for 5:10.

It was confirmed kitty was a boy and one very sick kitten. His rectum was very sore and swollen and he was incontinent. He opening was quite large. That's why I kept finding little poopies on the floor. I brought stool samples from late last night, this morning and this afternoon. None showed any worms. Then came the bad news. The vet suspected FIP because his belly was so round and felt like it was full of fluid. I'm sorry people, but as soon as he said that, that did it for me. He said he could do all the tests that were necessary and that I would have to keep him quarantined until the results. He said if it were him, he would have him PTS. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't take that risk on keeping him with my boys, Sweetpea and PeaPod. I pray that you all understand this. I stayed with him til the end all the while telling him how sorry I was, that I did love him and that he will be going to a better place now.
Even though I just had him since yesterday, it broke my heart to have to do this. But I am trying to console myself by telling myself that at least he didn't die cold and all alone on the street.

R.I.P little one.