This morning I laid to rest Sweet Tangie next to Taylor and all the rest. For a brief moment it looked like my fears of FIP and the vet’s suspicion wouldn’t pan out- she rebounded for a 24 hour period but then she slid quickly downhill and we put her to sleep. Her brothers show no sign of the disease and as the vet says it is the luck of the draw. I held her in her final moments and she died knowing she was loved even if she was only a small black kitten trying to find her foothold in this world. Now, she will live on in another.