As some of you know, We have been battling a Coccidia outbreak in my house for about a month now. I already lost one kitten and I understand now that it's not the coccidia that is killing them, but rather the malnutrition and dehydration that occour with it.
We came home from dinner and Dave's mom found Creamy head back and arms limp. She immediatly went "He's DEAD!" from half way across the room. I went over and he was still breathing. Barely. I've given him about 1 cc of sub-Q fluids and I'm making him as comfortable as I can but he keeps stargazing, it's where the animal looks upwards, as if watching the stars. It seems to happen when he seizes-- but it's not a typical seizure that I'm used to seeing, his front and back legs go, like a dog dreaming. He's not supporting his own weight either.
I'm not looking for medical advice, this was just the only area that seemed appropriate for my post. I'm pretty sure that he'll be joining his brother and sister over the rainbow bridge. I believe now that this litter was just compromised from the start, maybe they were more inbreed than the person who turned the mother over led us to believe. It's the side of rescue work that I hate, the inevitable product of some people's total and utter de-de-de. I feel so helpless, It makes me wish I had stuck it out and finished my Vet Tech degree-- but what then? the only thing I could do for him would be to put him to sleep. I feel so powerless; I have no authority to take him to the veterinarian, no money to take him my self... I know that I have done all in my power that I could for him with the forcefeeding and the sub-q fluids (which I wish I had been able to get for him much sooner) but I feel like it's not enough. Here he is laying next to me in half a cat carrier with warm bottles around him, propped up just staring at me. There isn't anything more I can do for him.