Last Monday I found 2 cute, abandoned kittens. They were about 3-4 weeks old, and appeared healthy. However I began to suspect that one was perhaps the "runt" of the litter. She was smaller than her sister, and not as strong. I fed her KMR with a dropper, cleaned her, and kept her warm. She loved to cuddle and cried when I put her down for too long.
On thursday, I was worried when I saw blood in her stool. So I took her to the vet the next day. She seemed weaker and I was beginning to worry. When the vet saw her, she said she probably wouldn't make it, but gave me some clay medicine and gave her fluilds.
For the next two days and nights, I cared for her around the clock. I kept her warm, fed her, gave her pedialyte, and held her.
On Sunday night, I came into her room and found that she could no longer stand on all four legs. This broke my heart, for I knew she might go soon. But I fed her some more pedialyte, and comforted her. She began to walk around again, and I named her Hope.
However, around 2am, I heard her crying and I came to her room to hold and pet her. She was very weak now. Everytime I left, she would cry. So I held her for about two hours, and she finally died in arms. I felt her last breath, and felt her little heart stop beating.
I was overcome with so much grief. Even though I had only known her for a week, I felt I had known her for 20 years.
I love you Hope, and I will never forget you.
M
On thursday, I was worried when I saw blood in her stool. So I took her to the vet the next day. She seemed weaker and I was beginning to worry. When the vet saw her, she said she probably wouldn't make it, but gave me some clay medicine and gave her fluilds.
For the next two days and nights, I cared for her around the clock. I kept her warm, fed her, gave her pedialyte, and held her.
On Sunday night, I came into her room and found that she could no longer stand on all four legs. This broke my heart, for I knew she might go soon. But I fed her some more pedialyte, and comforted her. She began to walk around again, and I named her Hope.
However, around 2am, I heard her crying and I came to her room to hold and pet her. She was very weak now. Everytime I left, she would cry. So I held her for about two hours, and she finally died in arms. I felt her last breath, and felt her little heart stop beating.
I was overcome with so much grief. Even though I had only known her for a week, I felt I had known her for 20 years.
I love you Hope, and I will never forget you.
M