Sunday, April 19, 2009


The little gray kitten just died. I had been with it for over an hour, keeping it warm but I had to come feed Evan before he woke up the house. Sometime in that half hour, he died. His mother was with him on the heating pad and the other two kittens were around him. That was so much harder than the first kitten I lost last year. I think it was because I was there while he was in the process. With the other kitten, it was a shock. He was so young that his eyes still weren't completely open. He never even got to really see the world around him. It's times like this that I wonder if I could keep doing this if I lost litter after litter. It's happened to some fosters. They just end up with sickly kittens over and over. I really hope at least one of them makes it.


Beth said...


Indigo said...

I'm sorry hon. It happens, all you can do is give them a chance. For each one you may lose, think of how many you have saved. You're in my thoughts dear one. (Hugs)Indigo

cw2smom said...

Oh Sweetie, I am so sorry! But, it may have had worse problems if it survived! I recall how hard I worked to save little Grayson when he was a kitten! You're doing it with kids to take care of as well! Make sure you take care of you too! Love, Lisa

Robin said...

You helped him (her?) the best our world could offer, including his mother and siblings on a heating pad. May he be in peace now.

We once lost a kitten, only 1-2 days old. I still feel badly, albiet, sometimes, giving them their best chance is what we can do.

You tried. And, Evan does need feeding, too:)