That other thread was so sad to go back to... I thought I'd start fresh with good news:
I spent most of today in the breakroom at the shelter, doing the poop-feed-burp-poop-snuggle-sleep cycle with the kittens, and they're so much better! It's just wonderful to see! Apparently, the Strongid helped a lot, and then the shelter vet gave them all enemas yesterday, to help clear out the infestation... and it really seems to have worked.
The little white-with-grey one is still the weakest, but she's plumper and stronger than before... and all the others look just great. They're growing very fast. I know they could still turn out to have something they can't recover from... but they really seem to be improving. It was such a pleasure to sit there by the window on a breezy, drizzly day, watching people walk the shelter dogs on the trail out back, and feeding those precious little babies.
I also went and held Dorothy several times during the day. She's so sad... very gentle and agreeable, as always, but not her eager, loving self. It must be so hard for her, going from the freedom of our back yard and the comfy shelter we built for her to a tiny cage in a big noisy room. I hope someone wonderful comes along for her soon.
I spent most of today in the breakroom at the shelter, doing the poop-feed-burp-poop-snuggle-sleep cycle with the kittens, and they're so much better! It's just wonderful to see! Apparently, the Strongid helped a lot, and then the shelter vet gave them all enemas yesterday, to help clear out the infestation... and it really seems to have worked.
The little white-with-grey one is still the weakest, but she's plumper and stronger than before... and all the others look just great. They're growing very fast. I know they could still turn out to have something they can't recover from... but they really seem to be improving. It was such a pleasure to sit there by the window on a breezy, drizzly day, watching people walk the shelter dogs on the trail out back, and feeding those precious little babies.
I also went and held Dorothy several times during the day. She's so sad... very gentle and agreeable, as always, but not her eager, loving self. It must be so hard for her, going from the freedom of our back yard and the comfy shelter we built for her to a tiny cage in a big noisy room. I hope someone wonderful comes along for her soon.