My baby, Dexter, a Burmese was only 12 months old, but stopped eating last Sunday. After days of tests and ultrasounds, the vets ruled out everything but FIP, which is the final diagnosis. We gave him subcutaneous fluids on a daily basis, steroids, anti-nausea meds, appetite stimulants, special food and nothing could make him eat. He slept under my chin all of last night and I knew I had to help him. He had lost 1.5lbs this week, and was only 7lbs to begin with and he was starting to get jaundiced, which suggested liver failure. I will miss him more than I have ever missed anyone or anything in my life. He was only with me for 10 months, but it was truly the best 10 months. He was the silliest, funniest, sweetest, snugglebug ever. RIP, Little Man