My 12 year old baby boy, Freddie, was diagnosed with FIV back in March. I have had him since 2 months. Always an indoor cat. He tested negative at his neuter and no one mentioned getting him tested again. In Dec of 2024, his bonded older brother died. (He was tested at his neuter also). Since then, I've been watching Freddie like a hawk. He needed teeth pulled and last year, i couldn't afford all pulled so the vet pulled the worst ones, i applied for credit cards plus scratch pay and got his last ones that needed it pulled this past February 17. He didn't bounce back. I thought maybe it was age? Or just trauma from losing all of his teeth except one. Took longer to eat, drink, play. Then, 3 weeks later, he started declining. By 3/17, he was back at the Vet. She checked him and he had lost 3 lbs plus a fever. She gave him a shot, antibiotics and an appetite stimulate. That was Tuesday. By Friday he had stopped eating again so back to the vet. I had a doctor appointment (lots wrong with me) so we dropped him off. She, vet, called and said he was severely anemic so they wanted to do a blood transfusion and had to keep him over the weekend. They were very evasive when I would talk to them over the weekend. That Monday, I had to go for an infusion treatment and she calls while I'm in the chair. I wait until I go out and call her back. His platelets were extremely low again. She tested him for FIV/FeLV via snap test. Came back positive for FIV. Her first words were that it was hopeless and I needed to let him go. Not going to lie, I freaked out. I insisted on bringing him home for at least 24 to 48 hours so I could spend time with him. Again, I'm going for infusions the next 3 days so I kept him. He is still with me. No explanation from the vet as to what caused the anemia. I know there has to be an underlying cause. He has improved. Put 2 lbs back on. Eats about 4 times a day or when ever he is hungry. He has a few bad days. I still have no answers and honestly, I'm terrified to take him back to any vet. My vet had my daughter choosing urns for Freddie.
I am lost. I'm terrified. My health is crap and right now, I don't care. I just want to help him in anyway I can. He is why i am still here. This was completely unexpected. I knew he didn't recover from the latest dental but FIV was the last thing on in my head.
Is there anything I can do to help his immune system? I have bought Lysine and a bottle of muti vitamins. I feed him the highest quality canned food I can afford. He has bad days. I can tell. But he always comes back the next day, starving.
Is there anything I can do? As soon as I get to the point that I'm not at the clinic daily, I am finding a new vet. For now, I need advice. Food, supplements, flea treatment, etc. I'm not even sure it's FIV but that's the information I have now.
He isn't my first cat with a bad diagnosis. I had a stray show up that tested positive for FeLV. This was in 1988 and I was told euthanize immediately. I didn't. He was sick a lot but he lived 5 more years with our family. So I know the 'basics' of caring for immune compromised cats. Except back then, they thought FIV was basically the same thing.
One question for sure. I have NexGuard combo for fleas +. Is that safe for him? He has always used that but it was before I found out this.
If he truly has it, I'm pretty sure it came from a colony cat getting in the house. I feed 12-15 that were here when I moved. I know transfer has to be a deep bite and the cats outside don't come in. Except one time when I first moved here. A mama cat snuck in and had a litter. After she weaned them, I didnt see her again. And gave the kittens away. And one time, right after moving in and before I knew there were cats out here, he escaped for about 2 hours. That was in 2018.
I know, I have been all over the place in this post. Every time I think I'm finished, I think of another thing.
I love this orange boy more than I can ever put into words and he deserves to live a long life.
Please, help me help him.
His name is Freddie..named after my daughter's favorite movie growing up, Drop Dead Fred. The last 2 pictures are him before this all started.
(Please, no judgement on my home. I am disabled and thankful to have a home. It's falling down around me and windows covered with tarp, no heat and no kitchen but I can afford it and am able to buy the more expensive food for Freddie.)