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This is a picture of Little Tipper in the vets office.
I was crying when i went to the vet this morning but lets be honest, ive been crying about her decline for a week. Last night she screamed for 3 hours because Mama wouldnt come to her, she was alone. Poor baby. Our company wasnt what she wanted. To be fair, mama wasnt going to any of the kittens last night for those 3 hours. She hid and took a break.
I took her to the vets. They gave her antibiotics, iv fluids, & a dewormer. They are concerned about the white stool but her weight wasnt too terribly bad & she wasnt at the point they would concider euthinasia as the best option. Yes, i asked because i was in tears, i asked if she had a chance & with the meds they gave her, she deffinately had a fighting chance. she said that medically she's not too terribly bad but she did need vet care for the dehydration & an attempt on antibiotics.
We're hoping our "original tipper" is looking after her & taking good care of her from up above. The "orignal tipper" died of cancer 2 years ago & she was my husbands cat & the reason why we met. They got their name because they get up on their tiptoes when petted and loved on or even scared & hissing. Only 2 cats we've ever had in our life that did that behavior.
I was also told that without knowing her background since Mom was a pregnant stray, that it could be genetic or something she was born with & its starting to show itself now.
I have had to take her away from mom & sibilings just incase its an infection. Poor baby girl hates being alone.