Peanut's Fip Story

Peanut was diagnosed in August 2020 and he at that point was dragging his back end, had lost so much weight and barely eating. I was devastated. He was 3. I had lost his half brother 2 yrs prior with the same diagnosis. I remember sobbing, thinking I’m angry on a whim I googled it. Then for some reason on fb I entered FIP. That was when I became a skeptical believer. The cost was high, the vet said no cure. Yet I kept reading the survival stories, I searched to make certain these were factual. Then leading with my heart I went don’t care I’m going to buy some. If I don’t see results then I will stop. It’s def a hard decision because I believed there was no cure. I was worried my not wanting to let him go was it selfish? I chose injections and the first one was almost the last. He cried, I got bit. I cried. I didn’t want to hurt him. That’s it I said to my husband I’m not doing that again. No word of a lie, the next day I watched him walking. Again, am I imagining this because I want it? He’s walking better. He wants to eat. No way. My husband agreed as well and so we continued with the treatments. This time though we bundled him in a towel and only I cried. It’s summer 2023. Peanut is a chunky monkey from the treatment but he is happy, play fights and races around outside during the day. As for the support system, wow. My admin was amazing, the community supportive. Everyone was very helpful and always available. There were $ delays on my part, shipping delays and everyone always made certain peanut had his treatment. When I took peanut back to the vet months later to have his blood tested. The vet said there was no point. Fip has no cure he said. Sadly this is still the belief by vets. Not once did any vet ever mention any other options. The photo in the house was when he was sleeping all of the time, had just been diagnosed and his brother is cuddling him. The other photo was taken this year in his cat tunnel.