The title says it all. My wife and I are absolutely devastated...
Last week, while out with a volunteer organization, I rescued a beautiful little kitten from behind a convenience store. I was told from a trustworthy authority that the mother had not been seen for a few days and that if someone didn't intervene, the little guy would surely pass. To make a long story short, he quickly became a part of our family.
The next day, we immediately took him to the vet. He was in 'good health', according to our vet. Over the following six days, he failed to develop a 'healthy' appetite. We essentially had to squeeze the bottle into his mouth for him to start feeding. Moreover, he refused to drink water...so the only water he consumed was what was in his formula. We followed the vet's directions and just kept on being persistent with feeding him. We held him constantly, kept him warm, and just loved him as much as we could. My wife and I both gleamed with joy when he slept an entire night uninterrupted and when he used his little litter box (one of the cutest things I have ever seen). However, he had consistent diarrhea and vomited twice over the same 6 day span.
Yesterday morning, we woke up and our little guy simply refused to eat. We had to run an errand so we put him in his box, covered him up, and returned just 90 minutes later to find him lethargic and unable to support himself. We took him to the vet and she immediately warmed him up and started giving him glucose. He improved, according to the Dr. We were ecstatic. Then, on the way to pick him up, we get a call saying that he was once again declining. The doc gave him a bolus and said that if the bolus didn't work, something 'else' may be going on...well, the bolus didn't work. We arrived at the vet to find our little guy motionless, breathing, with his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Lastly, the vet said that a few minutes prior, our little guy had bloody diarrhea...
We asked the vet how this could have happened. She mentioned head trauma. Impossible, as he was kept in a large box, free from all dangers, while we were not present. When we were present, he was always in our arms. We treated him like a fragile piece of glass. I couldn't help but be upset. My wife and I are both professionals with a long history of being outstanding pet owners...that comment, on top of the false hope of having our little guy back in our lives just tore me apart.
Not really sure I expect by typing this. I'm currently at work and had a miserable day. I apologize for any grammatical errors, as I wanted to type this quickly to avoid crying. Thanks for all questions/comments.
Last week, while out with a volunteer organization, I rescued a beautiful little kitten from behind a convenience store. I was told from a trustworthy authority that the mother had not been seen for a few days and that if someone didn't intervene, the little guy would surely pass. To make a long story short, he quickly became a part of our family.
The next day, we immediately took him to the vet. He was in 'good health', according to our vet. Over the following six days, he failed to develop a 'healthy' appetite. We essentially had to squeeze the bottle into his mouth for him to start feeding. Moreover, he refused to drink water...so the only water he consumed was what was in his formula. We followed the vet's directions and just kept on being persistent with feeding him. We held him constantly, kept him warm, and just loved him as much as we could. My wife and I both gleamed with joy when he slept an entire night uninterrupted and when he used his little litter box (one of the cutest things I have ever seen). However, he had consistent diarrhea and vomited twice over the same 6 day span.
Yesterday morning, we woke up and our little guy simply refused to eat. We had to run an errand so we put him in his box, covered him up, and returned just 90 minutes later to find him lethargic and unable to support himself. We took him to the vet and she immediately warmed him up and started giving him glucose. He improved, according to the Dr. We were ecstatic. Then, on the way to pick him up, we get a call saying that he was once again declining. The doc gave him a bolus and said that if the bolus didn't work, something 'else' may be going on...well, the bolus didn't work. We arrived at the vet to find our little guy motionless, breathing, with his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Lastly, the vet said that a few minutes prior, our little guy had bloody diarrhea...
We asked the vet how this could have happened. She mentioned head trauma. Impossible, as he was kept in a large box, free from all dangers, while we were not present. When we were present, he was always in our arms. We treated him like a fragile piece of glass. I couldn't help but be upset. My wife and I are both professionals with a long history of being outstanding pet owners...that comment, on top of the false hope of having our little guy back in our lives just tore me apart.
Not really sure I expect by typing this. I'm currently at work and had a miserable day. I apologize for any grammatical errors, as I wanted to type this quickly to avoid crying. Thanks for all questions/comments.
No one else could have done more for this kitten than your wife and you. I'm deeply sorry for your loss. 
Condolences on your tragic loss of your sweet kitten. It was not supposed to end this way and not so soon. Kittens are so tiny, so fragile, so vulnerable, especially born feral. I wish that you could have been given a more definitive answer as to what was wrong. Please know that your little one knew love, comfort and joy before he left this realm. He has returned to the ancestors and those yet to be born. May your wife and you receive many blessings for rescuing him; one of the most gut-wrenching facts for me is that you were offering him such a very special future. 
. (--and a different vet sounds like a very good idea too, by the way.)
Thank you.
