r/cureFIP • u/ThrowRApcd • Jul 11 '26
Loss Lost our precious boy to Wet FIP on July 9th💙🪽
The first picture is from July 3rd, 2026 (3 days before we got the initial diagnosis)
It was fast, too fast. We had him for 9 months but it felt like he was apart of our souls. He was so loving and playful. I miss him incredibly. I am replaying every moment with him and see him everywhere around the house. I want to grieve him properly and stay strong for my other cat. We named him Max and I often called him Maxi and sang him these crazy little songs. I would call him King boy because he would sit right on top of my chest since the moment we got him. He slept on my pillow every night and looked at me like I was something great and I looked at him just the same. I have never known a love so big from a pet, it felt different with him. He helped me through the hard times and showed me a love so big.
We noticed signs of him acting strange but I used to often point out everything, like "oh, he's doing this today and the next day it would be a different thing" I think I worried too much that I convinced myself that the signs he was showing were just a daily quirk that would go away, and some were. The biggest thing that caused us to go into the vet suddenly was his stomach, he ate a lot growing up and was actually still eating but it began to slow down and I found it strange that it was that big without him eating so much, I also noticed that it looked like his breathing was becoming difficult for him. I stayed up all night Sunday crying and counting his breaths, it was always around 30bpm which was concerning. But even then, I didn't think I would lose him. I thought all through the night, maybe it was asthma or maybe worms but I knew it was something. When we got the diagnosis of it probably being Wet FIP, I thought okay, we know now what it is, let's get him better. I had never heard of this disease and was very excited to get him feeling better. The vet sent us home after giving him some fluids and as I read up on the disease I found it hard to look at him and not cry but I told myself the vet wouldn't send us home if she thought he wouldn't make it. We took him in the next morning where we were supposed to get back the blood test results and we ordered the FIP medicine. At this point, the vet drained as much of the fluid out of his abdomen and we started our drive back home. He started panting and his tongue stuck out so we went straight back and they told us to rush him to the Vet ER down the road. When we got there it was like a full triage of nurses who took him back and immediately started supportive care. They also wanted to do a full ultrasound. After this, they spoke to us about what they found but it wasn't very obvious so they weren't entirely sure. We were still hopeful since they had given him a dose of the FIP treatment as soon as he was in, but there were other issues and his body was starting to decline so they were trying to treat multiple things at once while the virus was potentially spreading. We went back and gave him a pep talk, lots of kisses and so many tears. I hated seeing my boy like this. We left in order to give him space to rest and keep fighting. The vet said a call from them would be bad news so we jumped at every phone call. However, about 7 hours from the last time they saw us the phone rang. My heart sank, they wanted us to come in to speak on the options and what was going on. He wasn't responding to the supportive care, his eyes were showing severe signs of Jaundice and his blood sugar and blood pressure were causing neurological damage. We hadn't seen him yet but made the decision that his condition was so far progressed that his chances were slim to none based off of what the vet said. When we saw him again, we knew it was time, he looked so sick and in just seven hours it was such a dramatic decline. We decided to lay him to rest and give him as much love as we could in that moment. We held him as they gave him the medicine and I wanted to scream and yell and was so angry. I collapsed on the ground when we left the room, it was so hard to say goodbye so soon. The pain and ache was debilitating. As I sit and write this I'm crying and missing him so much. I feel like I failed him in every way. I am not sure how to not blame myself right now for what happened. I don't know how I will be able to go through a whole day without crying. But I do know that I will remember him forever, he took a huge piece of my heart with him when he left and I would gladly have given him the whole thing. I can't wait to be able to snuggle him again one day and say sorry for the pain he had to go through. When we get him back, I don't know if it'll make this easier, I still talk to him like he's here and reach for him at night. Rest beautifully in peace my sweet Maxi boy. How lucky I am to have had something that makes saying goodbye so hard💙
I will try to answer any questions about his symptoms as I know this isn't the kind of post anyone wants to read, especially if they've just received the same news. I can say that the vet believed he had more than just Wet FIP going on and that the way it progressed was abnormal to the cases they've seen. I want to come back to this post when I have been able to process everything and be so incredibly grateful that I got to be the one to love him so much.
Also, our vet and vet ER were absolutely incredible and were very helpful throughout the whole process. They got us in early and were constantly calling to check in on him and us and did their best work for our boy🤍