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Just need some outside advice really.
A few weeks ago I came across this abandoned baby kitten covered in fly eggs and really really skinny. I contacted the local shelter for advice.
I took the kitten home, fed him, bathed him, helped him to poo and wee, he didn't take to the bottle or syringe. He lived of blended kitten food and kitten milk, he was thriving, a happy little baby boy, he would cry at the sound of my voice and come running, I'd pick him up and he would suck on my ear, he would purr and happily fall asleep.
This one morning my child was coming down the stairs in the house and I turned my back for a few seconds and the kitten ran to the stairs and as my child put his foot down he stood on the kitten.
My child starting shouting the kitten is bleeding, and the kitten started to seizure, blood went everywhere and the poor little thing pooed itself.
There was nothing to help save him, he died in my hands with both of us crying hysterically.
My son had nightmares that night and even wet the bed. A few days on and he seems to have got over it. But I haven't, I am so distraught, I cannot explain the amount of love I had for the kitten, I keep blaming myself if only I would of done something to prevent it he would still be here today.
A few weeks ago I came across this abandoned baby kitten covered in fly eggs and really really skinny. I contacted the local shelter for advice.
I took the kitten home, fed him, bathed him, helped him to poo and wee, he didn't take to the bottle or syringe. He lived of blended kitten food and kitten milk, he was thriving, a happy little baby boy, he would cry at the sound of my voice and come running, I'd pick him up and he would suck on my ear, he would purr and happily fall asleep.
This one morning my child was coming down the stairs in the house and I turned my back for a few seconds and the kitten ran to the stairs and as my child put his foot down he stood on the kitten.
My child starting shouting the kitten is bleeding, and the kitten started to seizure, blood went everywhere and the poor little thing pooed itself.
There was nothing to help save him, he died in my hands with both of us crying hysterically.
My son had nightmares that night and even wet the bed. A few days on and he seems to have got over it. But I haven't, I am so distraught, I cannot explain the amount of love I had for the kitten, I keep blaming myself if only I would of done something to prevent it he would still be here today.
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