January 3 I noticed that he was swollen and the diet I had him on was useless. He had FIP, and I had him put to sleep. I loved Mingo very deeply. That day I petted him and fed him treats unaware that I was going to have to make the call in just a couple of hours. He ran over to me and wet the white towel I was standing on. This was unheard of behavior. I noticed that the stain was almost black. I got to a vet who stayed open after hours and he tested Mingo. I had him put to sleep. I cried until nightfall, and then got drunk. Mingo trusted me so much he broke the rules to show me that he was sick. I have a cat sized hole in me now, and always will.