I work at a petstore and a women came in yesterday to ask some KRM questions. Is seems her underage cat had 6 kittens but one wasn't doing good. They had been feeding it cows milk, on its back, and didn't know to stimulate it to go potty. Well I gave them some pointers on bottle feeding including to NEVER feed it on its back. They decided that it would be too much work and they were just going to let it die. I told them if they didn't want to bottle fed then I would take it and either bottle feed it myself or take it to the shelter I volunteer at. They brought it to me this morning. The poor little boy was so tiny. He was 3 weeks old but fit into the palm of my hand. I knew he wasnt going to make it. He was so little and was so bony. He had fluid in his lungs and ever so often he would have a horrible breathing attack and buubles would come out of his mouth. I called around to all of the vets but they all said the same thing, just to make his last day as comfortable as possible. So I tucked him into my shirt, right next to my heart and he was so content he purred and kneaded for a few minutes. He lasted a total of four hours before he had one last breathing attack. He passed away in my hands.
RIP poor little man.
RIP poor little man.