We adopted two kittens in November. Bombur (named after one of the dwarves in The Hobbit for his voracious appetite) and Walter Mittens. Bombur was unfortunately diagnosed with FIP this morning. We recently got back from vacation to Oregon and noticed he was sleeping more and wasn't as playful as he used to be. Once we noticed some belly bloat we got really concerned. He is such an intelligent cat. A simple all black domestic short hair from the shelter, he learned to fetch and had a few favorite toys which he would often carry around the house. We frequently woke up to toys in the bed, and many mornings he would insist on playing fetch before we got up. He understood his name, and was always following us around, and loved to try new food. We had pulled pork sandwiches on Sunday and I thought he was going to rip an arm off trying to get to the packaging! Just within the last month he was learning to go for walks on a leash and harness, and our son was planning to work with him to complete his pet care merit badge - he has to teach a pet 3 tricks and since we are not dog people this was looking like a lost cause until Bombur came along. He appears to be failing fast and I fear tomorrow is the day he will journey alone into the darkness, but we will be there with him to the end. Many tissues were moistened today as we all tried to say our goodbyes and spend what time we could with him. He was first and foremost my wife's kitty, he loved her the most and spent every night by her side. We can only hope to fill that emptiness with the many loving memories we have of Bombur after he has left us. He is sleeping in her arms tonight for likely the last time, and I expect our son will spend the morning cuddling him as best he can. Although we only had him for 8 months he quickly adopted us as his family and we gave him the best life we knew how. Our two older cats know something is wrong, and they have both been extra loving today as we prepare for the end. The worst is knowing that there was absolutely nothing we could have done and that he was essentially doomed from birth, and there is nothing we can do now. Still I consider ourselves fortunate to have had him in our lives, and to have given him the fun and love he received while he was with us. We don't believe in an afterlife in the traditional religious sense, but he will always live in our hearts and minds in that special place with all our memories of past friends, families and pets. I worry most for my son and wife, her since he loved her so much, and my son as this is the first pet we have had to put down that he is old enough to understand and be a part of the process. He was a most excellent cat, and the smartest animal I have ever known. We will all miss him dearly.