I just responded in your Walden thread how happy I was to hear that he was doing so good, and I'm also glad you found a new vet that you like! Half the battle is having a vet that will listen to you and take you seriously and value your pet the same way you do. I know I did the right thing with Darcy, but it just hurts so bad. You wouldn't think you could come to love a cat so much in only two months, but we did. We actually loved her at first sight. We got her ashes back today, so I'm crying all over again. I keep repeating myself when I say what a horrible disease FIP is, and kittens should all get the chance to grow up.
I'm so, so sorry to hear that Darcy lost her fight. It sounds like she put up a good one, and though it might not seem like much, I know the love and care you gave her meant the world to her. I know from your posts that Darcy was an important part of your family, and saying goodbye is never easy. Know that you did the right thing, listened to her when she said it was time, and she is at peace now. She'll forever be in your heart, I'm sure, and she can never be replaced but one day the joy she gave you will come to mind easier than the sadness of losing her.
If you need to talk, to reminisce, send virtual tears, or anything, please feel free to PM me. You gave me some great advice and words of encouragement when my baby was suffering, and I hope I can offer the same.
You and Darcy are in my thoughts and prayers. Much love to you both.
Thank you MnM. I hope Darcy thought I was a good mommy. It's such a helpless feeling seeing your baby get sicker and sicker and you can't do anything to help her.I'm soooooo sorry for your sadness... Darcy was a beautiful girlI'm so happy she had you for a mommy
Thank you Stewball. And I'm so sorry to hear about your two babies. It just isn't fair, is it?I'm so sorry for your loss.
I had 2 kittens from the same litter go to rainbow bridge with this insidious disease. They had a month of love and happiness and fun at least. I was stunned. Please accept my condolences.
My sweet Darcy took a turn for the worst last night, and this morning continued to go downhill. It was obvious it was time to let her go, but it's one of the hardest things I've ever done. I've been crying all last night and all day today. She will be cremated and her ashes and paw print will be returned to us. I only knew her for about two months, but I loved her so much, she was so easy to love. She never got to grow up, and only had about two weeks with us to be a kitten. It's just a few days shy of her 9th birthday. I hope that Cindy met her when she passed and will be will her until we are all together again.
I know what you mean about the force feeding. I did it at first for Darcy because usually I would just have to give her a little bit and then she would eat on her own. When she stopped wanting to eat much, I stopped forcing her. For awhile all she would eat were the catnip treats, and she got as much as she wanted. And she would lick some of the gravy, so I got her every gravy food imaginable. She was so cute, when she was done eating she would try to bury the bowl. I didn't have her that long, but like you with Rascal, I'll never forget her. She really only had a couple weeks here to be a playful happy kitten. I have a video of her playing on her cat tree that I bought her. I almost didn't buy it. I looked at it once, then went back again and wasn't sure I could get it in the car. I just said what the heck, and had the guy come help me get it in the car. It almost didn't fit (it was assembled). But, oh she loved it, she climbed it, slept in it, played with the feather toy. I can't watch the video yet, but someday I will. Almost every day I remember something and cry.It is a horrible disease! And it seems that it always takes the babies, when they should be enjoying themselves being kittens. Rascal also lasted longer than expected, but I think it was more due to Button's loving care and attention, along with a great deal of love and cuddling from me. I'm sure he knew he was loved. We all did our best to make sure he was warm and comfortable. It was all we really could do. I had tried the force feeding, but eventually even that felt cruel. But it's so hard coming to grips with the idea that you have to let go. But I had never lost a baby before, and it was awful!
Someone else said they had lost two they'd adopted from the same litter. I can't even imagine what that was like. For certain, I'll never forget him. He was the sweetest little boy. Huge hole left in his place. And I know you feel that way too. I'm just trying to look forward to all being together again.
Meanwhile I adopted an older kitty today. He was in a facility where they take blood periodically for other cats who need it. I thought it would be good to take a kitty who really needed love and a home. So he came home with us today.
It's kind of like that here too. We still have Swanie, and I love him with all my heart, but he's not one to run and play. He was starting to play again when Darcy is here, which makes the hurt twice as bad. Which is one reason we want to get another cat, so he'll have a friend and hopefully we will see them playing together some day.One of the hardest things about losing Cocoa is the every day life without him. He was so lively. So playful, this place is lifeless without him, except for his playful and loving spirit.