Then, There Were Four
One of the kittens died tonight. It was always the quiet one and it wasn't until last night ago that I highly suspected it of having worms. The thing was, I didn't know what the symptoms of worms until it was too late. It was always alone and kind of secluded. When it stopped sleeping in the warm heaps with its siblings, we thought may be because it was the youngest one that it was still missing its mother and stuff, but it continued not wanting to eat. We finally found out it having worms only after dad forcefed it (after it didn't eat for days--no matter what we gave it, it didn't touch it) and it threw up a tiny reddish "string" that was strill wriggling.
It tried getting outside our house several times and out of those times, it fell into the sewer twice; once less than a week ago and once this morning. The sewers here aren't like the ones in the U.S. or Canada, where there are lids that cover the holes and stuff. They're usually on the sides of the streets, right next to the houses, opened, and pretty shallow. Just not shallow enough for the kitten to climb back out. At least out of the siblings, it was the cleanest one because we bathed it hahah...
My cousin and I went around on his motorcycle for a long while trying to look for any vets that would be opened on Sunday. Since most vets here are kind of "private practice" kind, they don't usually open on Sundays. Well, at least the ones around my place usually, since there aren't that many pet owners. There was vet that I knew would be opened, but it was far and quite expensive. It's not that I didn't want to shell out the cash... if I could, I would. I was just thankful that I had enough for the medicine for this one. Even after the visit to the vet and the medicine she gave me, I was really hoping it would hold on... but when I went to bring dinner to it just a few hours ago, my sister was already crying and it lied "frozen" in her lap.
My neighbor's butler was really kind and helped us with the burial. I'm kind of blaming myself but I know it wasn't really my fault. I just feel guilty that I couldn't detect it earlier. I'd like to think, at least, it's no longer suffering and the medicine I gave it, while didn't help much, eased its pain a little bit.
Rest in peace, Little Foot.
It tried getting outside our house several times and out of those times, it fell into the sewer twice; once less than a week ago and once this morning. The sewers here aren't like the ones in the U.S. or Canada, where there are lids that cover the holes and stuff. They're usually on the sides of the streets, right next to the houses, opened, and pretty shallow. Just not shallow enough for the kitten to climb back out. At least out of the siblings, it was the cleanest one because we bathed it hahah...
My cousin and I went around on his motorcycle for a long while trying to look for any vets that would be opened on Sunday. Since most vets here are kind of "private practice" kind, they don't usually open on Sundays. Well, at least the ones around my place usually, since there aren't that many pet owners. There was vet that I knew would be opened, but it was far and quite expensive. It's not that I didn't want to shell out the cash... if I could, I would. I was just thankful that I had enough for the medicine for this one. Even after the visit to the vet and the medicine she gave me, I was really hoping it would hold on... but when I went to bring dinner to it just a few hours ago, my sister was already crying and it lied "frozen" in her lap.
My neighbor's butler was really kind and helped us with the burial. I'm kind of blaming myself but I know it wasn't really my fault. I just feel guilty that I couldn't detect it earlier. I'd like to think, at least, it's no longer suffering and the medicine I gave it, while didn't help much, eased its pain a little bit.
Rest in peace, Little Foot.