Sometimes I feel really bad about blogging. You people who read here are wonderful supportive folks who really care about the animals here. I’ve said so many times on this blog how much I appreciate your comments of comfort when I have lost a furry loved one or when I’m worrying myself to death about one who is feeling bad. It sure is a lot nicer to write the happy stories. And I know it’s a lot nicer for you, too.
Yesterday, my daughters were scheduled to take some shelter animals to the veterinary clinic they typically use. I had shared my concerns with Older Daughter on Tuesday night that Duchess was getting worse. On Wednesday morning, I realized that Duchess’ breathing had reached a critical point. Both girls were already at work, but I started becoming afraid that somehow Duchess’ condition had morphed into pneumonia. I didn’t know how that might have happened while she was on an antibiotic, but something was wrong without doubt. Rather than me trying to get Duchess back in to my vet clinic that day, I could send her along with the girls if I could get her to the shelter before they loaded up and took off. We made the decision that this new breathing condition needed to be seen. I rushed her to the shelter in time to be included in the vet trip.
Then yesterday afternoon, Younger Daughter texted me. Sister is driving. She is going to call you and explain everything about Duchess when she gets back to the shelter. I immediately had a hollow feeling in my stomach. When Older Daughter called I could hear in her tone that this wasn’t good news. She explained that the vet who saw Duchess did not diagnose pneumonia; he diagnosed FIP. There is not just fluid in Duchess’ lungs; it is all throughout her body. FIP is terminal.
Duchess came back to me yesterday afternoon because this is home. She’s been here eleven months. I brought her here because she was unhappy and unhealthy at the shelter. She quickly transformed into a healthy happy kitty and has been ever since. FIP is a mutation of the Corona virus. Loads of cats are exposed to the Corona virus. In a small percentage of cases, it mutates into FIP. These cases occur in cats who have a weak immune system and other chronic conditions. Duchess was a prime candidate. My daughters, sweethearts, told me this would have happened to Duchess long before now if she hadn't been living here.
She has medications to keep her comfortable. I have no idea how long we have. I love this darn cat SO much. My heart is broken. I’m sorry to leave you with this for the weekend.
See you next week.