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My 5 month old kitten Bella died of FIP during my birthday party. For 1 month and a half she had been diagnosed with Felline Infectious Peritonitis. My lil' sister's kitten had died of same thing though he died in peace, Bella didn't. She was my bestfriend. She was origanally adopted to help me recover from losing what I thought was the perfect cat in the world. I took Bella everywhere and everyone loved her. She hated being left alone. But then she started refusing to eat and her stomach kept expanding. We finally took her to the vet and when he diagnosed it as FIP I took her off of the table held her close and cried. FIP is an uncurable disease that first causes fluids to build up in the stomach that crushes all the organs, he said if she survived that she would lose her nerve system. My sisters cat survived the first stage and for a week before that last vet visit, he drug himself by his front legs around the house I felt so sorry for him. So to make her stomach less noticable and lower the fever she wore a kitten bath robe to the rec center with me, to bed, every where. Then 4 days after my actual birthday, I had a sleep over party for myself and my best 3 human friends. All but one have a large figure and Bella loved to be held by them. We had so much fun until about 9 p.m. when she started to not use the litter box or get up at all. So my mom put her on a towl and layed her on the bed. Every half hour I came in and checked on her. One time I stayed in there and cried. My friends came looking for me and my mom told them about Bella dying. At 1 a.m. I came in and checked on her again, this time when she tried to look at me she shrieked in pain lifting her neck. I sat there and cried, finally my mom ordered me to get out of her room. I did but before I did I whispered good-bye in Bella's ear. Before I finally fell asleep, I prayed and prayed that I'd be able to say good-bye to her one last time, that she'd die with me beside her. Later that morning I came in to my moms room to an empty bed. My mom pointed to the bathroom where I found a Garbage bag tied up. My friends came and sat with me until their parents came to get them. That night we held a funeral in the yard. ever since then when ever I go outside that way I pray to Bella. I miss her so much. She just can't be gone.

It is really hard when you have done all you can for the pet, and are near when they die. I'm sorry. I really am. I bet she knew how much you cared. To me it shows in your post.