Epinephrine did finally come home that rainy night, but it was obvious something wasn't right. She was wet and dirty and her stomach looked swollen and she could barely meow. Her mom and dad took her to the VES(we all know what that means..chiching ching ching) but there wasn't anything they could do for her even with a black American Express card. Apparently there is a virus that almost every cat has called the Corona virus, however stress, age or other environmental factors can trigger it to attack the immune system thus becoming FIP.
We are all thankful that she came home so that she could be helped and so that we could know that she isn't suffering but the logic doesn't make it any easier to handle. In kitty years for our family she was just a spry young thing and it was just too soon for her to go.....especially since I finally got her to let me touch her again.....It has been a major bummer.
Rest in Peace kitty, I hope there is a stuffed animal named Goose Goose with you wherever you are.
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That's no good. At least there was time for goodbyes.
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