I never would have guessed that I could be this sad. I adopted my little kitty a little over a month ago from the local shelter. She was the tiniest kitten in the cage, and when I picked her up, she wouldn't take her eyes off mine. She just stared and purred and we 'bumped heads' (cat people know what I mean). I picked her up three days later after a screening process.
She rode home with me and explored her new home. She turned out to be the perfect companion. All she ever wanted was to cuddle. She could care less whether I was reading, typing, sleeping, anything so long as she could sit on my lap and snuggle and get rubbed. Whenever I held her and petted her (all the time) she would purr and 'make biscuits.' Any time I wasn't holding her, she followed along, crying to be picked up and cuddled some more. The only things that could distract her were a dish of milk or her scratch post.
One week after she came home with me, she had her free vet appointment provided by the shelter. The vet noticed that she was a bit on the skinny side and had a fever, but no worry, some antibiotics should clear that up.
Last week we went back to the vet after the antibiotics to see about vaccinations. Still running a fever and skinny. The vet was concerned and did some further testing, and my little kitty was diagnosed with FIP. Her little belly wasn't plump with food, but with fluid from a deadly virus. I couldn't believe it. No treatment, no cure. At best I could expect her to live a couple of weeks, but he recommended euthanasia.
I took my little kitten home in shock and disbelief. We had only been together a month! It's not fair! I spent the whole next day cuddling and petting her, just like she loved. That entire day, she never left my lap for anything. She didn't use the litter box, and when I tried to get her to eat, she barely touched her food.
Calling the vet to schedule her euthanasia was the hardest thing I've ever done, and I'm a former US Marine. I felt like an executioner. Before we left for the vet, I ran to the store and bought film and took a whole roll of pictures of my little kitty.
When we got to the vet, I was a wreck. This was all happening too fast. When the vet came in, it was all I could so to keep myself from grabbing my kitty and running away. Before I knew it, it was all over, and she was gone. I took her home and buried her in the back yard. I hated seeing her curled up in a hole. I told her over and over how sorry I am.
She's been gone four days now and I still get upset and cry when I think about my little kitty. I write about her because I hope it helps to share my pain and loss. I really, really miss her.