Devastated by the loss, I sadly announce the passing of my beloved Gingi. I never expected this day would come so soon, I'd hoped we could enjoy many more years together. He was big, strong, self confident and astonishingly beautiful, it seemed nothing could ever happen to him. Unfortunately, the end was closer than I thought.
Gingi was one of the most handsome tomcats in my shelter. I ran into him a few years ago, while he was crying with fear, a little kitten hidden in a car engine. It took me an hour and a half to catch him. He was incredibly dirty - all covered with grease, tiny, scared and bone skinny. He got sick soon afterwards, but managed to pull though. He was doing great until just a couple of days ago.
I noticed something was wrong. He was too calm, too quiet and kind of indifferent. He stopped eating and simply wasn’t acting like his normal, happy self. I took him to the vet, and to my disbelief and horror, he was diagnosed with FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis), an incurable feline disease. The prognosis was bad. My ginger boy was terminally ill.
We tried everything on that first day. He had been receiving I.V. fluids and antibiotics for hours. The accumulated fluid in his abdomen was drained out. Gingi had to be sedated for the treatment, as he never trusted anyone but me. He was breathing heavily and I feared he would die right there, in an unfamiliar place, scared and confused. In spite of all of the efforts, drugs didn’t do him much good. There was no hope left. And there was no point in any further treatment.
I brought him back to the shelter and continued giving him medicine, in a desperate hope that some sort of miracle would occur. It did not. Gingi passed away peacefully in his sleep a few days later, surrounded by his friends, in a place he knew and loved. So calm, so relaxed…
I simply can't believe he’s gone. Somehow, I still expect to see him walking around, beautiful, flawless and untouchable. One of a kind.
I know I’ll miss him forever.
Sleep tight, my dear boy.