Today is definitely a rough one. This whole week actually. Our cat Cabbage, whom we've only had for a little over a year, didn't look so hot earlier this week, and after several tests, and multiple trips to the vet, as of today we have a diagnosis. He has Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP).
FIP is a viral disease in cats caused by certain strains of a virus called the feline coronavirus. No, this isn't the same coronavirus that's circulating through the globe right now, but it is a bit ironic I suppose that he should die of the feline version now. Regardless, it sucks. He was so young!
I begged Casey for YEARS about getting a cat, and it wasn't until a little over a year ago he agreed to let us get one for the girls for Christmas back in 2018. I was SUPER excited – to the point where I got all emotional when Casey finally gave the green light. I've always had cats growing up... I'm a nerd, it's like industry standard to have one. 😂
For reference, I'm sure people are wondering why we named him Cabbage – it's strange, I know. Cabbage was the "code name" Casey and I used when talking about the cat before we brought him home, so the girls wouldn't know. We'd tried to find another name, but Cabbage seemed too perfect after awhile, and to be honest, he responded to it really well when we did finally bring him home.
I am absolutely gutted that we have to say goodbye this soon. I've been a hot mess all morning, and my eyes are so red from crying I'm pretty sure I've bursted a few capillaries. He was such an amazing cat... and he was majestic AF.
Although it annoyed me when he'd bum rush the shower any time he heard it turn on, and I constantly had to shoo him off the kitchen counter when I was trying to clean, or off the table when we were trying to eat dinner... I'm still really going to miss him sitting in my lap while I work and miss finding him in bed snuggled up with Dilynn every night.
Rest easy sweet boy.