My friend, Murphy
It is late and I really should be asleep or get whatever of it possible. Given I have to work tomorrow and I am on the night shift till 10pm, some shut eye should be my priority. But I can't sleep; not because of work, or stress but more so from anxiety and worry for a friend. A tiny friend who is, no bigger than the size of my palm. Only 13days old and who had his first glare of light when his eye lids open two days ago. A friend who hasn't been feeding nor feeling too well either.
My friend in question, is Murphy, a newborn, beautiful midnight black kitten who entered my life almost a week ago. 12days ago to be exact.
I really was hoping to start of about Murphy on an upbeat entry; with nicely edited snaps, taken with my cell of him in various precarious positions of comfort bliss. But I paused for fear that an entry about anything that had a survivability rate of 50/50, would only work against the little tyke. The wives' tale that over-excitement could jinx the new "good" in my life.
You see, Murphy hasn't been feeling too well for the past 48hours. Aside from vomiting, he's been having a bad tummy and is making a mess all over the sheets. I check on him almost every ten minutes then half hour, moving up to an hour till I succumb to the sleep bug. An effort to make sure my boy's all fine and he's not choking on his puke, or breathing in his poop, which could ultimately be fatal.
I fed him about an hour ago and he wasn't responding too well. He laid flat on the table and gently suckle away on the intruding syringe at the side of his mouth. It was the first since I had him, that he was life-less. He is fast asleep now after a nice replenish of the hot water bottle. All Nancy Drew-ed, I slouch with a torch to look for that ever slight movement in the stomach- for a sign of life. Yes, I have heard stories of owners waking up to cold little kittens. The very thought scares me and is somewhat heart-breaking.
I promise I will put up some pictures of Murphy soon along with details of how our paths crossed. But for tonight, little Murphy needs all the prayers and positive energy he can get, to get well and see it through the crucial four weeks. So tonight's entry is to request that you say a little prayer for my Murphy; that he be strong and healthy always.
update: Murphy passed on at 8:45am, 29th October 2008. He was fighter, right to the very end.
My friend in question, is Murphy, a newborn, beautiful midnight black kitten who entered my life almost a week ago. 12days ago to be exact.
I really was hoping to start of about Murphy on an upbeat entry; with nicely edited snaps, taken with my cell of him in various precarious positions of comfort bliss. But I paused for fear that an entry about anything that had a survivability rate of 50/50, would only work against the little tyke. The wives' tale that over-excitement could jinx the new "good" in my life.
You see, Murphy hasn't been feeling too well for the past 48hours. Aside from vomiting, he's been having a bad tummy and is making a mess all over the sheets. I check on him almost every ten minutes then half hour, moving up to an hour till I succumb to the sleep bug. An effort to make sure my boy's all fine and he's not choking on his puke, or breathing in his poop, which could ultimately be fatal.
I fed him about an hour ago and he wasn't responding too well. He laid flat on the table and gently suckle away on the intruding syringe at the side of his mouth. It was the first since I had him, that he was life-less. He is fast asleep now after a nice replenish of the hot water bottle. All Nancy Drew-ed, I slouch with a torch to look for that ever slight movement in the stomach- for a sign of life. Yes, I have heard stories of owners waking up to cold little kittens. The very thought scares me and is somewhat heart-breaking.
I promise I will put up some pictures of Murphy soon along with details of how our paths crossed. But for tonight, little Murphy needs all the prayers and positive energy he can get, to get well and see it through the crucial four weeks. So tonight's entry is to request that you say a little prayer for my Murphy; that he be strong and healthy always.
update: Murphy passed on at 8:45am, 29th October 2008. He was fighter, right to the very end.