Salem was found as a stray and taken in by his lovely foster Natalie. I adopted Salem right around his first birthday, and after a month of having this snuggly boy I started to notice symptoms of what I thought was a stomach bug. After a few days of vomiting, lethargy, and refusing to eat, I took Salem in for test after test. When all tests came back negative, his vet recommended an abdominal surgery for what he thought was a blockage. After the surgery, I was met with a face from the vet that made my heart sink to the floor. All he could say was "I'm so sorry. We think it's FIP." I spent the night sobbing and holding onto the cat who had become my closest companion in only a few short weeks. I had resigned myself to what I thought was a fatal diagnosis. After some more Google searches, I found that there was hope. Expensive, grueling, and emotionally exhausting; but hope nonetheless. I refuse to give up on Salem, and as of treatment day 11, he is an entirely different cat. He's starting to play, has gained nearly 2 pounds, and is an absolute cuddle bug. We have a long way to go, but this tough little guy won't give up, and neither will I.

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