They cypro has only worked on Brooke for a very short while (ten minutes or so.) Nothing substantial has happened to jump-start her appetite. Cats are predators first and foremost, for them NOT to be eating, there is something substantially wrong. Sometimes, the cats turn out to be smarter than the people trying to make them well.

Last night while force-feeding, she reared back and down and bit me hard in the inner thigh. She is held firmly between my legs when I feed her. So, with deep regret, I have stopped force-feeding her and medicating her. I made an appointment with the vet and at 3:00 today she goes in for a final visit. Until God throws a miracle through my window, she will more than likely go the Bridge tonight. Experience has shown that in cats where cypro doesn’t work, they end up having to be euthanized after all.

She is drop-dead gorgeous and I have no doubt she would be highly adoptable. But I will not adopt out a cat with an unknown health issue. She is growling almost constantly now when I go up in her room and she is hiding in corners. If I pick her up, I better have my rescue armour on, because she will get me. She is trying to tell me in her kitty way- “I don’t feel good, something is dreadfully wrong so leave me be!’ I will honor her request, no matter how much it hurts and no matter how much I don’t want to.

At 4:00 p.m. Brooke was tucked in with the angels. She went quickly and peacefully. The vet suspects dry FIP and asked permission to do a necropsy. I have completely scrubbed and disinfected the room where Brooke lived for over a week. I have thrown out litter pans, scoops, food bowls and water bowls. I will let the room sit for awhile before letting any of the other cats inside.

Goodbye sweet Brooke- I am sorry I couldn’t save you