First, I want to say it's been a long time since I've posted and I'm sad that my reason for coming back is to report bad news. A month ago, I lost my kitty Iaguito. He was having explosive diarrhea and I took him to the vet and they said he was fine. The explosive diarrhea continued and the vet put him on meds and told me to put him on a laxative too. I noticed he wasn't eating and losing weight, and the explosive diarrhea returned after a week. I changed his food back to his favorite brand and put him back on the meds, but nothing changed. I planned to take him back to the vet the next morning. That night, I played with him and he was very quiet - didn't even bother to purr, which was unusual for him. Anyway, I went to bed and a bad feeling woke me up in the middle of the night. Something told me to go check on him and when I went to wake him up he didn't respond. He felt cold and hard. I knew he was gone. Needless to say, I'm devasted and blame myself. I've gone through 101 things I could have done better. Taken him back to the vet sooner, gave him more meds, insisted there was something very wrong. Loved him more. Spent more time with him. A part of me feels responsible for his death. I just feel so guilty despite friends and family telling me I was good to him. I know I wasn't the best owner but I really tried my best. A few weeks after his death, I went to drink the water in my place and became very ill. I had bad diarrhea and stomach pain. My symptoms were similar to those of my kitty. Out of curiousity, I went to Google the water quality of my area and our water is ranked poorly and said to be contaminated. I never really drank the water but I was really thirsty and didn't have anything else to drink in the house, so I drank it. It's the same water I'd given to my kitty for the past 3 months. I can't be 100% sure. I haven't drank it again since I got sick, but it makes me angry to think I gave that water to my kitty and it may have killed him. I wish I knew why he passed. I declined having an autopsy though. I didn't want him cut up and probed. He was only 8 years old, turning 9 in June. Not in the best health, but not the worst either. And it happened so quickly.