Early this evening, my 7-month-old kitten will be put to sleep; her little body is no longer fighting the FIP. I suffered with the decision, but her quality of life has been drastically reduced in the past several days. This morning, she urinated on my bed--and I then *knew* that my husband and I have made the right decision, no matter how painful it is to us.
Shortly around 4:30 pm (CST) she will cross over the Rainbow Bridge. I will always cherish the three short months that I had with her and always dream of the wonderful adult companion she would have become. Yet, apparently, it is not her time to stay. My husband and I will grieve; we will heal; and (assuming that our adult's bloodwork remains negative for the virus) we will one day find enough space in our hearts to love another cat again.
My dearest Savannah, may you always smile.
Shortly around 4:30 pm (CST) she will cross over the Rainbow Bridge. I will always cherish the three short months that I had with her and always dream of the wonderful adult companion she would have become. Yet, apparently, it is not her time to stay. My husband and I will grieve; we will heal; and (assuming that our adult's bloodwork remains negative for the virus) we will one day find enough space in our hearts to love another cat again.
My dearest Savannah, may you always smile.