I wish I had written in my blog yesterday. I really hate writing two downer blog posts in a row, but such is the life of a rescuer sometimes.
We received the sad news that one of our kittens named "Dori" was diagnosed with FIP. Thank heavens the foster Mom was alert to the signs - huge belly and skeletal-like body. X-rays and a needle biopsy confirmed it this morning. Dori was starting to sleep all the time. She was eating, but not much. Because cats are often called "The Great Pretenders", it was hard to know if she was really hurting but faking it.
Regardless, there's nothing that can be done for a kitten with FIP. It's fatal.
So with tears in my eyes I authorized another kitten to be euthanized.
I'm grateful that I was able to busy myself with adoption event stuff. We have a large Petsmart event coming up this weekend and organizing cage space and cats is definitely NOT my strongsuit. Fortunately, we have quite a few volunteers who can organize these events far better than I can. "I'll bring the cats! You tell me where to put 'em and how many to bring!"
It's been a tough week for our rescue. I feel emotionally and financially drained. I think this adoption event will be just the ticket for me. Chatting, smiling and adopting out cats. It's what I do best.
Adopted cats mean it'll be time for another rescue. Rescuing is the 2nd best thing that I do. :)