It's the inevitable side of rescue work that I really hate. Today two of our kittens died. Magick and Tiny. As some of you know Magick had gotten really sick and we didn't catch it fast enough, she went down hill so fast. She died in her sleep while I was at work. Dave's mom was with her so I know she went in loving arms. Coccidia sucks. We've got to medicate everyone who shows any signs of runny stool now, which is everyone because of the strongid.
When I got home from work Dave's mom pointed me to another of the rescue litters, Tiny was a muted tortie (I believe that is the term for a grey tortie. Apparently Dave's mom saw the kitten laying in her slipper and thought nothing of it, kittens lay in slippers all the time. When she came back later one of the adult cats was laying full on the kitten (she wouldn't tell me which one of her cats it was.) She pulled the kitten out who was then gasping for air out from under the cat. I'm pretty sure the lack of oxygen caused brain damage. She lived for a few hours but she went suddenly limp after a seizure.
*sigh* It's been a rough day.
When I got home from work Dave's mom pointed me to another of the rescue litters, Tiny was a muted tortie (I believe that is the term for a grey tortie. Apparently Dave's mom saw the kitten laying in her slipper and thought nothing of it, kittens lay in slippers all the time. When she came back later one of the adult cats was laying full on the kitten (she wouldn't tell me which one of her cats it was.) She pulled the kitten out who was then gasping for air out from under the cat. I'm pretty sure the lack of oxygen caused brain damage. She lived for a few hours but she went suddenly limp after a seizure.
*sigh* It's been a rough day.