I got the following yesterday from the girl who adopted Winkie (renamed Zoey) in the fall, whom my neighbor Tracy fostered for a little bit also after I rescued this little four month old kitten from the streets of Rochester. She's not even a year old. This is a real heartbreaker for me. I am incredibly sad today.
I wish I was writing you with better news, but sadly I am not. Dan and I will be putting Zoey to sleep on Friday. The virus ( dry FIP) has traveled to her central nervous system meaning she struggles to keep her balance, seizes when sleeping and incontinent. We have done everything we possibly can. We would love nothing more than to keep her with us forever, but there is nothing more we can do. I just know the fact that she is peeing on herself is humiliating for her. I want her to leave us with some dignity and no longer suffering. She is still as cute as ever and we are madly in love with her. We will miss her terribly.
Please keep us in your thoughts on Friday.
These are the words I wrote her, as if they are any measure of comfort. I feel guilt, even though I know I could not have known about it, that I brought such joy into someone's life, and then caused such grief.
There are no words that can accurately describe what I am feeling. It’s a combination of great sadness, great heartache, guilt (I feel bad to have put this heartache on you both), gratitude to you and Dan for taking her in, gratitude that I removed this baby girl from a short and sad life on the street.
Please just remember, what you did and are doing was and is the kindest thing you can do for this little girl. Animals don’t really have the concept of time, they don’t know if their life is too short or not, they aren’t scared, and they can’t feel sadness, so remember, it’s only US that will suffer, she won’t.
I will say a prayer for Zoey – and I know she will be in heaven where everyone who has gone before her will be waiting for her.
God Bless Zoey.