When I was a child, I went through a lot of truama, and I had a stuffed animal that got me through it all. An all white cat with green eyes. I carried it around everywhere with me. Time passed and I went through more of life, we ALL know it hasn't been easy. I went through one of of the hardest situations of my life when I was 19, and out of the blue, this cat appeared, a little white kitten, with green eyes! She had fallen through a wooden deck at a sports bar, and her mother had abandoned her. After days of her crying, someone finally found her and asked around if someone would be willing to take her in. I immediatly said yes, and for the next 8 years, we have been best pals. We have traveled over state lines together, moved houses, and even to different time zones. But she has always been there for me, unconditionally. Now, we are somewhat comfortable, despite this awful virus. FIP took the life of my first cat, when I was in kindergarten. It was an experience I'll never forget. I dont want the same thing to happen to my sweet angel, so I am desperatly searching for help and I will not stop until there is nothing else I can do. I might even fight long after that.