It was a very emotional day yesterday. Apologies, this is an essay.
Before deciding to try some treatment ourselves (with my parents kindly saying they would help if needed) I had already emailed the cats place. They called me in the morning and were very supportive. They stressed that if surrendered they would ensure he (his name is Louis) had the medical care he needed, but they couldn't do that unless he was given back to them.
On the call I said at least he'd had a few weeks being in a home and being loved and she very sweetly stressed that it's not only medical care. They love their cats and treat them as their own. She also stressed that she happened to have a pen available and that isn't always the case.
I was torn but decided initially to take him to the vets as planned. I saw a different vet this time who immediately was even more concerned than the vet the day before because, in the space of less than 24 hours, he had developed a serious heart murmur which definitely wasn't there on the last check up. She said there is no way it would have been missed and later confirmed with the other vet that it hadn't been there. She could feel it with her fingers. That along with him being so emaciated and unsteady mean there is something seriously wrong.
She was so helpful trying to go through different potential problems and different investigate options. Unspoken but heavily implied is the putting to sleep option. And also (spoken) the option of surrendering him for the cats place to treat.
We decided to do some bloods and IV fluids and then make a decision when the bloodwork came back. Not long after the news came back that she thought it very likely he has dry FIP. Apparently it is very rare and until recently was 100% fatal. But there are new and very expensive (thousands) treatments. They have also stressed repeatedly that they aren't sure whether insurance would cover it to any extent partly because he was skinny and had eating issues before we got him. Although that appeared to have passed and he had been eating again. I had been looking forward to chunking him up with tuna and love.
Anyway. There was back and forth on the phone. Lots of passing on info between the vets and the cat place and trying to interpret what the vet was saying without her wanting to be too blunt. It seemed to boil down to:
Option 1: surrender to the cats place who had confirmed they could take him, would treat him, would love and care for him.
Option 2: put him to sleep.
Option 3: find an expert and the relevant drugs. She didn't know where from. She was saying things like "this one is £700 for the first lot. This one is £2k" etc etc
So in the end I went back to collect him, got a tearful hug from the vet, dropped him at the cat place where they were very kind and had a long chat with tissues. They said they would update me yesterday afternoon but I've not heard. I have emailed them and also said that if in the unlikely event he survives can we adopt him again?
I am basically expecting to hear today that he needs to be put to sleep. I am just hoping that as a charity they have access to lots of well meaning people who give expensive medical care for a fraction of the price.
It was a very tearful day. I should stress that we've adopted 5 cats from them previously (one died on the road and one is currently missing) plus Louis, and my parents have adopted 3 over the years. They have always been fantastic and supportive. I believe them when they say that his eating issues had been addressed and he had been given a clean bill of health and passed as ready for rehoming. He didn't have any wobbling issues. I think he just happened to have the FIP triggered for some reason and then went downhill pretty fast. It's just a gut punch to have had this happen when dealing with Arthur being missing. I don't blame them.
@newmama2023 the cats in the area have been on notice about Arthur for a while now, Japanese style
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