Our house is reeling from some bad news.
Our cat Cheerios has been acting very lethargic. At first I thought the reason she spent so much time sleeping on the kitchen chair was because it was a cold winter, and the chair was near the heat. She still looked the same. Then I happened to pick her up and she was so light. I weighed her and she was down to 7.5 lbs from her usual 11. Then I knew something was wrong.
We took her to the vet on Wednesday. The doctor said her white blood cell count was the highest she has ever seen on any animal. They did further testing and have concluded she has Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP). There is no cure for feline infectious peritonitis. Mortality is high, close to 100 percent.
This news alone has been difficult. But it gets worse.
The virus is transmitted through cat box and saliva (water & food bowls). Though we have more than one of each, all our cats use all that are available. To try to quarantine Cheerios from our other two cats at this point is like closing the barn door after the horse has escaped.
Today I had a talk with our Vet, and was told that she expects our other two cats to come down with FIP too. And that after all our cats have died from this disease, we are to throw out all food and water dishes and the cat boxes, and we should not get another cat for at least six months - the virus is that strong.
What an awful prospect, to think of watching the slow demise of all of our beloved pets.
This is a very sad household this evening.