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Three and a half weeks ago, Dave and I decided to start our own little family, and we adopted this little guy
We named him Dash, because whenever we put music on he would stop and listen, and our first dance was by Dashboard Confessional. Dash was a very loving kitten. He liked to be held, but he was incredibly curious. He was scared of the stairs, and liked to huddle in the nooks and crannies of your arms and legs. He was slowly winning over Boo...sort of.
It was okay to be on our bed, as long as she could pretend to ignore him. And he loved to emulate everything she did. Including drinking from the water glass on our nightstand.
You may have noticed by now that all of this is in the past tense. Yesterday, we had to take Dash to the vet and have him put to sleep. We took him in because he was sneezing, hadn't been eating and seemed to have some kind of cold. He was diagnosed with Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP), a fatal, incurable disease that he likely contracted either at birth or shortly thereafter when his immune system was weak from being without his mother's milk. It's a rare disease that affects only 5% of cats, and sadly it happened to one of the best. We loved Dash like one of our family from the very start. He was the first big thing we ever did together as a married couple, and we think he loved us as much as we loved him. I like to think we were meant to have Dash so we could make what short life he had good. Suffice it to say, we miss him dearly and are terribly devastated by this unexpected loss.
My Daddy called me late last night to ask about Dash's disease, and confirm that he had indeed been diagnosed with FIP. See, many years ago my Grandma died of a Peritonitis infection (the human version of course). On Thanksgiving Day. Daddy told me she always wanted a cat, but Grandpa preferred dogs. I like to think she has a kitten now - the best one we could have imagined.
We'll be burying Dash out back on Friday, where we buried our family's basset hound a number of years ago. And just when you thought Dash's story couldn't get weirder, our basset's name was Flash. So, Dash, Flash and Grandma - here's to you.
My Daddy called me late last night to ask about Dash's disease, and confirm that he had indeed been diagnosed with FIP. See, many years ago my Grandma died of a Peritonitis infection (the human version of course). On Thanksgiving Day. Daddy told me she always wanted a cat, but Grandpa preferred dogs. I like to think she has a kitten now - the best one we could have imagined.
We'll be burying Dash out back on Friday, where we buried our family's basset hound a number of years ago. And just when you thought Dash's story couldn't get weirder, our basset's name was Flash. So, Dash, Flash and Grandma - here's to you.
