Pearl left us this morning. It is suspected (although not proven) that she and her sister have FIP. She stopped eating a few days ago and this morning when I went in to see her, she let me pet her (she is full feral) she also let me pick her up and she was flat. She was gone before the medicine even reached her vein once we got to the vet. Her sister seems to be doing okay (knock on wood) but then about a week ago Pearl was doing okay as well.
FIP is such a frustration. There is no correct test for it, there is no cure and it is always fatal. It seems to accelerate under stress and once it was suspected these cats might be affected (based on their rapid dehydration rate) all attempts at socializing them stopped. Keeping them on a routine, no surprises I hoped to prolong their lives but Pearl was clearly suffering. Now she is not- she is running the grasses and playing with others who have gone before her.
awww that is so sad, RIP Pearl, I hope and pray her sister does not have it. Bless you Mary Anne for all of the heart aches you go through to be able to save even 1.
I wish Pearl could have stayed. She would have known love and maybe a home. But at least in her last moments, she felt a human’s caring touch. I’ll bet she wasn’t even frightened. Godspeed, Pearl.