Mo, our first introduction to the world of pets, you were a gift to our nine year old daughter who longed for a kitty! We named you Eskimo ("Mo") because you arrived on Alaska Airlines and we met you at the airport! You had the thick, solid, coat of a cat that belonged to the snow and your eyes told a thousand tales! You taught our 3 young children about love for animals, and finally, a lesson in death. We will miss you and remember you always! Love, The Lian gang (Andy, Marianne, Marissa, Gabriella and Nathan)

 I hope we can find out more to stop this awful diesease, Jennifer M.

 

You came in to my life on December 17th and left me on February 3rd. I will miss you. You were so sweet and loving and even though our time together was brief...it will last the remainder of my lifetime. Thank you for being here to love during such a special time. I am so sorry you got sick and died so horribly. I am thankful it came so suddenly so you did not have to suffer any further and I know you are a healthy baby kitty again. I love you, pretty girl! {picture of Lotus taken 5 days before she died.}

We remember him greeting us every morning with his rumbling purr, and then growling at his food as he vigorously ate his breakfast! That summer, he loved spending time with us outside on our deck beneath the shade of the umbrella. He was our joy...our "summer breeze."

It has been over seven years since we lost Buster. But our grief for him has been renewed with the recent FIP diagnosis of our 5-month-old kitten named Gabriel. He has had a reprieve of sorts as a result of our vet draining fluid from his chest, followed by a steroid shot. Twice he has "bounced back" from labored breathing and a generally depressed state after this treatment. His frequent seizures all but stopped after the first steroid injection. But it seems to last only a few weeks before symptoms reappear. For now, Gabriel is a happy and active kitten who loves cheese, enjoys short outings exploring the backyard on his leash and (of all things), car rides! He appears to be enjoying his life. And we will love him and enjoy his life with him as long as he is happy.

Buster and Gabriel were born in two different catteries, more than a hundred miles and seven years apart. This awful disease knows no boundary, and does not respect even the most conscientious breeders or households. Our hearts go out to all of those who have lost precious members of their families to FIP and who have posted the loving memorials on this web site.

Vicki and Kevin
Hockessin, Delaware, U.S.A.

Gabriel was our happy little "blue-silver" Persian kitten. On his stronger days, he would run and play, and sound a delightful, high-pitched trill as he was chasing our other two adult cats. We learned he had FIP when he was 4 months old, just one month after he came home to  live with us. We believe our vet helped prolong his life by draining fluid from his chest and providing steroid shots. He really seemed to bounce back after the first shot - it was almost like he wasn't sick. But Gabriel sadly lost his battle with the disease at six months of age. After we learned Gabriel was sick, we decided we were going to focus on making the remainder of his life as interesting as possible for him. He loved going outside for walks with us in the backyard. He always seemed sad when we put on our coats to go anywhere, so we started taking him with us on short car rides, and he loved it! He would stand up on my lap and look out the windshield at the world whizzing by, wide-eyed and purring the whole time. This is how we will remember him. Many thanks to Melody Amundson for allowing all of us who have lost precious members of our families to FIP to share our thoughts on this site. Vicki and Kevin Hockessin, Delaware, USA

In the words of William Blake, "We are put on earth for a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love."  Our sweet baby Georgie was with us for only a short time, but the "beams of love" he shined on us will light our lives forever.

Goodnight sweet Georgie, goodnight, goodnight.

Our sweet little boy, Luke, was with us for much too short a time. He had a rough start in life. He came from a feral colony that was humanely trapped, and Luke and his two lirrermates, Leia and Anakin, came to live with us when they were very young. Luke died just five days after a very likely diagnosis of FIP. I pray that my other cats do not get this tragic disease and that this disease can be eradicated forever.

Konani, you were only a part of our family for three months.
They were months so bright, none that follow will ever be the same.
You were pretty and smart
That's the hardest thing
Never seeing you become the great cat you would have been
Your sister misses you, we miss you.
We are devastated and we will go on, but we will never get over our loss.
We love you.

Mommy, Daddy & Pookah
(Paul & Linda McNamee)  

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