My husband and I are heartbroken. He found a very tiny kitten (2-3 weeks old) outside on Wednesday morning. She was crying loudly, no mama around and was very skinny-you could feel her bones. We brought her in, wrapped her up, and got some KMR and a bottle. She wouldn't eat-just kept crying, so I used a syringe and fed her that way. She took some milk then settled down. She had some diarrhea but seemed to be ok otherwise.
One thing I did notice is she kept opening her mouth to breathe-or something. She did that a lot.
So-the next day, Thursday, we gave her a bath as she had a lot of dirt, poop, and stuff stuck on her, wrapped her up warm and kept feeding her-or try to. She was refusing to eat at that point, so it was almost like I was force feeding her. We tried to feed her a couple syringes every couple hours.
A few hours later she stopped moving much, and when I picked her up out of her little bed to feed her again, she died right in my arms.
I have been driving myself crazy trying to think what I did wrong, or was it just meant to be with this little girl. My husband got so attached to her he tears up at the thought.
Anyone have any thoughts on this?
One thing I did notice is she kept opening her mouth to breathe-or something. She did that a lot.
So-the next day, Thursday, we gave her a bath as she had a lot of dirt, poop, and stuff stuck on her, wrapped her up warm and kept feeding her-or try to. She was refusing to eat at that point, so it was almost like I was force feeding her. We tried to feed her a couple syringes every couple hours.
A few hours later she stopped moving much, and when I picked her up out of her little bed to feed her again, she died right in my arms.
I have been driving myself crazy trying to think what I did wrong, or was it just meant to be with this little girl. My husband got so attached to her he tears up at the thought.
Anyone have any thoughts on this?