richard
I had to put Richard to sleep on Thursday. He was suffering from some kind of virus that he was born with, FPI or FIP or something, that makes them produce too much acid or stomach liquid or something and it gives them a pot belly while it builds up over time. They test for them at the shelters and usually put the ones that test positive to sleep, but I guess they either didn't test him or he slipped past it somehow. It was awful and I felt really numb. He hadn't been eating and when he stopped drinking I decided to take him into the vet again. I expected something like, "He needs surgery," or something expensive, but that wasn't it. Just straight to "This is what it is, and there's no cure for it." It cost $318 for him to die. I still feel awful.