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Tiger, tiger, burning bright...
Saturday was a particularly difficult day. It was a combination of Chioke leaving us to persue a different career, having to PTS Peanut for just being Peanut, and losing the tiniest foster kitten I've ever had to care for. I partly blame myself for the kitten. I left both my fosters in the temporary care of another bottle-feeder for 3 days. When I got them back, the little one was very sick. I wanted a break from them for a few days but when I gave them to Barbara for a week I felt so sad that I almost changed my mind. I should have changed my mind. Now I keep wondering if it was me, Barbara, or just the kitten's health that caused her death. We've lost kittens before but this one really hurts.
We put Peanut down the day before. He had terrible food allergies that caused open sores around his neck and on his arms. He was also very institutionalized. He hated being out of his cage and ended up pooping and spraying all over his room at his foster's house. It probably took about half an hour for him to stop breathing after being given the injection. He fought for as long as he could to stay awake. It's hard to watch a healthy cat die. They panic when they realize what is happening and all you want to do is hold them and tell them it will be alright but you can't because you could get bitten pretty badly. Poor sweet kitty - all because you didn't meet the requirements. I stayed with him as long as I could. I asked GH to meet him on the other side and watch over him, and I left while he was still sleeping peacefully but had not yet stopped breathing. It's nice to know someone on the other side - someone who loves the animals as much as I do. I know they are in good hands when they get to where they are going. So I have one very healthy foster kitten left. He's curled up in a ball on a heating pad on my bed. His fat little tummy is full of warm milk. He sleeps most of the day. I hope he's dreaming of good things to come.
Saturday was a particularly difficult day. It was a combination of Chioke leaving us to persue a different career, having to PTS Peanut for just being Peanut, and losing the tiniest foster kitten I've ever had to care for. I partly blame myself for the kitten. I left both my fosters in the temporary care of another bottle-feeder for 3 days. When I got them back, the little one was very sick. I wanted a break from them for a few days but when I gave them to Barbara for a week I felt so sad that I almost changed my mind. I should have changed my mind. Now I keep wondering if it was me, Barbara, or just the kitten's health that caused her death. We've lost kittens before but this one really hurts.
We put Peanut down the day before. He had terrible food allergies that caused open sores around his neck and on his arms. He was also very institutionalized. He hated being out of his cage and ended up pooping and spraying all over his room at his foster's house. It probably took about half an hour for him to stop breathing after being given the injection. He fought for as long as he could to stay awake. It's hard to watch a healthy cat die. They panic when they realize what is happening and all you want to do is hold them and tell them it will be alright but you can't because you could get bitten pretty badly. Poor sweet kitty - all because you didn't meet the requirements. I stayed with him as long as I could. I asked GH to meet him on the other side and watch over him, and I left while he was still sleeping peacefully but had not yet stopped breathing. It's nice to know someone on the other side - someone who loves the animals as much as I do. I know they are in good hands when they get to where they are going. So I have one very healthy foster kitten left. He's curled up in a ball on a heating pad on my bed. His fat little tummy is full of warm milk. He sleeps most of the day. I hope he's dreaming of good things to come.