Four kittens were born on Friday in the cat house on my porch. The mama cat didn't seem to know what to do. By Sunday, there were just two babies left, and the mama had ignored them pretty much all day. So decided it was time to intervene, and I took them to an emergency vet. One was in pretty bad shape, I thought maybe euthanization would be the most humane thing, but the vet thought it might be able to make it. He gave it fluids, and some of that sugar stuff.
Anyway, the really sick kitten died around 9:00 that night. It was too weak to eat, but I kept trying. I had to watch the poor tiny thing gasp for breath until it died. I took care of the last baby through the night. It was really stressful and I didn't think I was doing a good job, so I called my vet. They had a girl working there that took bottle babies, and loved them. So I brought the kitten right over so I knew it would be in good hands. I felt guilty. Not for because someone else was taking care of the kitten, but like maybe the kitten was some how aware that I gave it up. Which I know is really stupid, but that's what I felt guilty about.
The girl that took the last kitten emailed me this morning and said the baby died last night.
Anyway, the really sick kitten died around 9:00 that night. It was too weak to eat, but I kept trying. I had to watch the poor tiny thing gasp for breath until it died. I took care of the last baby through the night. It was really stressful and I didn't think I was doing a good job, so I called my vet. They had a girl working there that took bottle babies, and loved them. So I brought the kitten right over so I knew it would be in good hands. I felt guilty. Not for because someone else was taking care of the kitten, but like maybe the kitten was some how aware that I gave it up. Which I know is really stupid, but that's what I felt guilty about.
The girl that took the last kitten emailed me this morning and said the baby died last night.
