Just to let you know I have not dropped off of the planet again. I decided to take a week off from the shelter and get my head together. I planned to get all caught up on PT, house cleaning, and spend lots of time with my kitties. Well, I did spend time with the Brats but thats about all. Everytime I looked at PT I started crying so I just stayed away.I guess I just needed that mental shut down.
By Friday I was feeling better but got up to no hot water. The water heater had busted in the basement and I had to deal with that. When the repairman showed up I went outside to talk to him and I saw one of my ferals laying in the driveway. She looked at me and I thought how weird that she wasn't running with a stranger here. Heck she runs from me! I reached down and petted her and I knew...here we go again.![]()
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While the guy is running in and out of the basement and asking a million questions I was trying to get this poor kitty into a carrier. When I got her up I saw that she was bone thin with a huge bloated belly. I called the shelter and asked them to come get her since I couldn't leave and I knew the shelter vet was on her way in to do some spay/neuters. They came and got her and within ten minutes I got the call that they had to euthanize her. She was so full of FIP fluid that she litterally had blood vessels bursting in her stomach.
I thought it was OVER!!!!I thought I could sort of breath easier now. At least close to home. Now I can't help but live with the fear that there has been more possible exposure to my cats. I don't know how they got it in the first place but it can't be good to have another one right here on the front porch.
I know that there is nothing I can do except keep bleaching everything and I pray that I won't have to deal with it again inside. I try to be logical but the heart kicks in and the fear takes over.
Pray for all of the poor kitties that are dying of this horrible disease.
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