We found out Thursday that Kittie Scarlett probably has a fatal disease. She's been losing weight at a rapid pace (going from 6 pounds to 4 pounds since September), and after a very expensive blood test she's showing a positive result for feline infectious peritonitis. She definitely has the symptoms, and she probably has since we got her. We just didn't realize.
We have no idea how long she'll last. And hopefully she won't infect Colin, who's as healthy as a horse.
And since she's become totally attached to me, sleeping with me every night and on my lap nearly every minute, it's going to be even harder.
But I don't regret getting her, saving her from her horrible life outdoors. We've had her nearly a full year. And if that's all we get, it was worth it.