from seven to zero
There were seven of them.
then, 6. then 5, then 4, they died one by one every few hours. We knew their chances of survival were slim because they were too young. But i couldn't help but stay optimistic. Even when there were 2 of them left. They were so brave and so full of life. We kept them warm and fed and under supervision 24/7. Until last night, the bigger of the two died in his sleep.Poor little thing was left all on its own. All its siblings passed away and he doesn't have anyone to snuggle with. I stayed up all night looking after it. Hoping and praying it'd stay strong and not give up on living. I could tell it was in discomfort in some way, but there was nothing i could do to help but try to make it as comfortable as i can.
When dawn came, i found myself nodding off for a few minutes. I didn't want to risk falling asleep and finding it dead when i got up. So i held it in my hands next to the heater light. Everything seemed to be okay. he was a squirmer and a squeaker- i took it as a sign that he's very much alive. (its too soon to tell his gender, but for the purpose of this story ill just say its a him).
Came noontime when i was so exhausted i thought i'd leave him in his warm box for a few hours after i fed him. One or two hours later. he died.
I stayed with him through the night for 12 hours straight and he was perfectly fine. I was so optimistic that he'd grow up to open his eyes and grow fur and eat solid food. I was only gone to bed for less than two hours and he died on me! : /
i don't know if i had stayed up, would that have made a difference? Maybe he fought to live on because i kept holding him and rubbing him ever so often to make sure he's warm enough and his blood circulation had proper flow.
I pray to god he went peacefully and painlessly.
then, 6. then 5, then 4, they died one by one every few hours. We knew their chances of survival were slim because they were too young. But i couldn't help but stay optimistic. Even when there were 2 of them left. They were so brave and so full of life. We kept them warm and fed and under supervision 24/7. Until last night, the bigger of the two died in his sleep.Poor little thing was left all on its own. All its siblings passed away and he doesn't have anyone to snuggle with. I stayed up all night looking after it. Hoping and praying it'd stay strong and not give up on living. I could tell it was in discomfort in some way, but there was nothing i could do to help but try to make it as comfortable as i can.
When dawn came, i found myself nodding off for a few minutes. I didn't want to risk falling asleep and finding it dead when i got up. So i held it in my hands next to the heater light. Everything seemed to be okay. he was a squirmer and a squeaker- i took it as a sign that he's very much alive. (its too soon to tell his gender, but for the purpose of this story ill just say its a him).
Came noontime when i was so exhausted i thought i'd leave him in his warm box for a few hours after i fed him. One or two hours later. he died.
I stayed with him through the night for 12 hours straight and he was perfectly fine. I was so optimistic that he'd grow up to open his eyes and grow fur and eat solid food. I was only gone to bed for less than two hours and he died on me! : /
i don't know if i had stayed up, would that have made a difference? Maybe he fought to live on because i kept holding him and rubbing him ever so often to make sure he's warm enough and his blood circulation had proper flow.
I pray to god he went peacefully and painlessly.