This happened last October 20 and still makes me cry, especially at night. I was fostering a mom cat and her six week old kitten, to young to be separated from her. The week after they got here, they developed rhinotracheitis. The week after, they had fleas. I managed to solve these two problems. I got attached to them and was trying to find them a good family. On October 20, the kitten was almost 12 weeks old. I came back one late afternoon from work and heard awful screems from my office. The kitten had caught his leg in the leg of a table, in a very small opening I would never have thought as being a danger, as all my other cats never got caught in it. His leg was severed in two as he had tried to free himself all day from the table. I suppose he was there almost the whole day as his litter box was empty and because of the severe necrosis his leg had suffered.
I took him to the vet immediately and due to the severity of the injury, the vet told me it would require amputation up to the hip, as tissues were necrosed. And she was not even sure the surgery would be a success. He was suffering so much and was put to sleep.
This was quite a tragedy, added to the other difficult moments I was going through. At the same time, I learned my mom had to go through heart valve surgery. She almost died at the beginning of October. At least, she is much better now. But a week before she had surgery, and as I was in pieces already because of this, the kitten story happened.
Whenever I read about a Rainbow bridge story, I cry like a baby, thinking about the kitten. I went back today were I burried him, in the forest near my home, and cried again a lot. I feel so guilty about the whole thing. Maybe he would have been happy only with three legs, but his injuries were so extensive, I would have needed medical care all his life.
At least, I have adopted his mom, who is a sweetheart. Had not planned originally to adopt her, as I was only fostering her, but after what had happened to her kitten, I got attached to her even more, and because of this difficult period of my life. We are here for each other!
I hope I will stop crying one day about the kitten.
Nath.
I took him to the vet immediately and due to the severity of the injury, the vet told me it would require amputation up to the hip, as tissues were necrosed. And she was not even sure the surgery would be a success. He was suffering so much and was put to sleep.
This was quite a tragedy, added to the other difficult moments I was going through. At the same time, I learned my mom had to go through heart valve surgery. She almost died at the beginning of October. At least, she is much better now. But a week before she had surgery, and as I was in pieces already because of this, the kitten story happened.
Whenever I read about a Rainbow bridge story, I cry like a baby, thinking about the kitten. I went back today were I burried him, in the forest near my home, and cried again a lot. I feel so guilty about the whole thing. Maybe he would have been happy only with three legs, but his injuries were so extensive, I would have needed medical care all his life.
At least, I have adopted his mom, who is a sweetheart. Had not planned originally to adopt her, as I was only fostering her, but after what had happened to her kitten, I got attached to her even more, and because of this difficult period of my life. We are here for each other!
I hope I will stop crying one day about the kitten.
Nath.
