Maisy May was a stray I found outside. Pregnant, with a broken leg and absess. After numerous vet appointments, we finally got her leg fixed enough so she could hobble around the house to play. Much to my surprise, she was only about a year old. We had 8 months with my Maisy May when I noticed she had a fever. When I took her to the vet I got AGONIZING news. My beautiful baby,who had been through so much in her young life, had the wet form of FIP. There was NOTHING I could have done for her except to let her cross the rainbow bridge. She died 5 days after Christmas. I miss her sweet face. God it hurts!!!