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Lost my cat Spade today 3/22/2018 he was ten months old. I got him on January 28th 2018. Those two months were the happiest and best of my life. I found out I had Thyroid Cancer in December and he helped eliminate all the fear after I got him. I was losing interest in my hobbies and he sprang everything to life again.
It was the first time I had to take care of a life like this. He was really small and skinny so I think he was a runt. At first he would hide under the post on my bed for the whole first week. Then I bought that felliway stuff and it helped him relax. Late in week 2 I got him out with some chicken (poultry was his favorite he loved chicken and turkey. He hated fish.)
From that point on he kept coming out. I always had a can of food on a plate for him every morning and soon he was fully out and about. When my brother came in my room to see him he would always run back to his hiding spot. Eventually he worked up the courage at the end of the first month to come out for him too.
He slowly wanted to explore outside his safe room and he did explore the hallway. Last week he finally worked up the courage to go downstairs. The next day he started to act sluggish. In hindsight I think he wanted to go down at least once before the sickness got him.
After that he wasn't eating or drinking much and didn't play anymore either with me or alone (he use to cause a whole bunch of racket when he was alone). Took him to the vet Monday and they said it was probably FIP and he has probably had it since birth. He always looked like he had a sick and fragile body. He did some test and had to stay at the Vet during the day to get fed and hydrated. I picked him up yesterday and he seemed really sluggish. Like he reached his limit. I was trying to teach him to meow since he didn't know how it was always this quiet pitiful noise. On his final day he let out a loud meow out of nowhere, he did it for me, it was a miracle.
He went to sleep by my side with his head on me for about 10 minutes. After that he walked away onto the end of my bed and his breathing started to act weird so I took him to the ER where they said he was anemic and his blood count bottomed out. He had jaundice too. The FIP was taking him. He tried so hard to fight it. But he just couldn't anymore. So I made the decision. I was by his side the whole time telling him how proud I was of him growing up.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I will do my best for him. I don't want him to see me sad. I love you Spade. My baby. My forever kitten. You were the best cat ever. I'm hurting but I'll move forward.
RIP my Spade.
It was the first time I had to take care of a life like this. He was really small and skinny so I think he was a runt. At first he would hide under the post on my bed for the whole first week. Then I bought that felliway stuff and it helped him relax. Late in week 2 I got him out with some chicken (poultry was his favorite he loved chicken and turkey. He hated fish.)
From that point on he kept coming out. I always had a can of food on a plate for him every morning and soon he was fully out and about. When my brother came in my room to see him he would always run back to his hiding spot. Eventually he worked up the courage at the end of the first month to come out for him too.
He slowly wanted to explore outside his safe room and he did explore the hallway. Last week he finally worked up the courage to go downstairs. The next day he started to act sluggish. In hindsight I think he wanted to go down at least once before the sickness got him.
After that he wasn't eating or drinking much and didn't play anymore either with me or alone (he use to cause a whole bunch of racket when he was alone). Took him to the vet Monday and they said it was probably FIP and he has probably had it since birth. He always looked like he had a sick and fragile body. He did some test and had to stay at the Vet during the day to get fed and hydrated. I picked him up yesterday and he seemed really sluggish. Like he reached his limit. I was trying to teach him to meow since he didn't know how it was always this quiet pitiful noise. On his final day he let out a loud meow out of nowhere, he did it for me, it was a miracle.
He went to sleep by my side with his head on me for about 10 minutes. After that he walked away onto the end of my bed and his breathing started to act weird so I took him to the ER where they said he was anemic and his blood count bottomed out. He had jaundice too. The FIP was taking him. He tried so hard to fight it. But he just couldn't anymore. So I made the decision. I was by his side the whole time telling him how proud I was of him growing up.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I will do my best for him. I don't want him to see me sad. I love you Spade. My baby. My forever kitten. You were the best cat ever. I'm hurting but I'll move forward.
RIP my Spade.
RIP, little Spade. 
