Fern found me and choose me the moment I met her, tucking herself into my sweatshirts hoodie and instantly falling asleep. As she grew, she switched from that to right up in my face, cuddles, purs, kneading, and head butts galore. Her and I have been inseparable, and I knew right away when she showed mild signs that I had to take her in for a check up. Three days before she turned 8 months old, my vet told me she likely had FIP.
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