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The kitten died just a few hours after kevin got her to the hospital.
Last night, when we got home, we noticed that the smallest of the kittens had a very swollen belly. She wasn't as active as the other kittens, who were running around and playing and fighting with eachother. Molly was paying much more attention to her than the other kittens too. I wanted to take her to the vet so bad...I knew there was something wrong with her and I knew it was something serious. She didn't even want to move...her belly was so swollen that it was making it hard for her to walk.
Bill kept saying that she would probably be fine, and that I'm a psycho-liberal-peta-hippie for thinking anything was wrong with a cat who CAN'T FUCKING WALK. Once I convinced him that there was definitly something VERY wrong with her, he kept saying that if it lives it lives and if it dies it dies and that we should "let nature take it's course" . I wanted to punch him in the fucking face. These cats are living in about as natural an environment as we are. They are not wild animals. If we "let nature take its course" we wouldn't have three cats living with us that we feed from a fucking can everyday. If he ever gets sick and wants to go to a doctor, I can't wait to throw that back in his face. Oh, you have pneumonia? Hit by a car? Flesh eating virus? Why don't you just let nature take it's course?!
I cleaned out my bank account trying to save the kitten that I stepped on yesterday so I had absolutely no money to take the kitten to the vet and kevin is broke too...I don't even know how I'm going to eat and get to work for the rest of the week. There was no convincing Bill to pay for the kitten's veternary visit because he is a coldhearted asshole who feels no compassion for anyone but himself, and Mirinda will never say or do anything that defies Bill's word.
The kitten would cry whenever it was left alone by us and her mother and brothers but they were all feeling energetic and playful and she couldn't keep up. I let her crawl into my lap and I held her until she stopped crying. She had such a sad look in her eyes and I knew then that she wasn't going to make it. I woke up to Mirinda crying this morning because she went to go pet her favorite kitten and she was dead.
I know it seems silly that I'm this upset over some kittens but I couldn't help how attatched I was to them....I feel so guilty....Both of their deaths could have been prevented if I would just look where I was going. I mean seriously, if you have a house full of three week old kittens who get into EVERYTHING, you watch where you're stepping.
I feel so awful.
Last night, when we got home, we noticed that the smallest of the kittens had a very swollen belly. She wasn't as active as the other kittens, who were running around and playing and fighting with eachother. Molly was paying much more attention to her than the other kittens too. I wanted to take her to the vet so bad...I knew there was something wrong with her and I knew it was something serious. She didn't even want to move...her belly was so swollen that it was making it hard for her to walk.
Bill kept saying that she would probably be fine, and that I'm a psycho-liberal-peta-hippie for thinking anything was wrong with a cat who CAN'T FUCKING WALK. Once I convinced him that there was definitly something VERY wrong with her, he kept saying that if it lives it lives and if it dies it dies and that we should "let nature take it's course" . I wanted to punch him in the fucking face. These cats are living in about as natural an environment as we are. They are not wild animals. If we "let nature take its course" we wouldn't have three cats living with us that we feed from a fucking can everyday. If he ever gets sick and wants to go to a doctor, I can't wait to throw that back in his face. Oh, you have pneumonia? Hit by a car? Flesh eating virus? Why don't you just let nature take it's course?!
I cleaned out my bank account trying to save the kitten that I stepped on yesterday so I had absolutely no money to take the kitten to the vet and kevin is broke too...I don't even know how I'm going to eat and get to work for the rest of the week. There was no convincing Bill to pay for the kitten's veternary visit because he is a coldhearted asshole who feels no compassion for anyone but himself, and Mirinda will never say or do anything that defies Bill's word.
The kitten would cry whenever it was left alone by us and her mother and brothers but they were all feeling energetic and playful and she couldn't keep up. I let her crawl into my lap and I held her until she stopped crying. She had such a sad look in her eyes and I knew then that she wasn't going to make it. I woke up to Mirinda crying this morning because she went to go pet her favorite kitten and she was dead.
I know it seems silly that I'm this upset over some kittens but I couldn't help how attatched I was to them....I feel so guilty....Both of their deaths could have been prevented if I would just look where I was going. I mean seriously, if you have a house full of three week old kittens who get into EVERYTHING, you watch where you're stepping.
I feel so awful.