FIP Story:We had our first run in with the effusive form of FIP in January of 2008. My sweet Tortie "Ms Puss" didn't feel well for a few days so I took her to the Vet. After a battery of tests and unsuccessful treatments with antibiotic, it was determined that she had FIP. She died less than a week after she was diagnosed.  Then in April of 2008, my sweet boy "Frosty", started to mope around as well. Still scared because of the ordeal with Ms Puss, I took him to the Vet immediately the next morning. His fever was at 106 degrees and refused to go down. He was put on antibiotics and prednisone and for a few days, he got better and the Vet let him go home with us. Then again, he took a nose-dive straight downhill. He then was diagnosed with FIP. The fever came back, he wouldn't eat, and finally one morning when I wanted to give him his IV fluids and meds, he fought me like he never fought me before. My Frosty was a sweet, very mild mannered cat and I had never seen him like this before. The IV injection site bruised him black and blue because according to the Vet, all of his blood platelets were next to non-existent. That morning Frosty started to bleed from his eyes and nose and lost control of all his bowels and bladder, I knew then what I had to do and I cried the entire time on the way to the Vet, I wanted to turn around quite a few times, I felt like as if I was killing my cat, but I forced myself to keep on going. Frosty meowed all the way there and I felt like as if he was telling me not to have him put down, I felt so terribly guilty, but I knew it was best for him. He was only 4 years and I have trouble understanding why he was attacked by this disease. Please check out his pet memorial site at www.frostybugger.critters.com.