For now, I'm going to have a good long sob session and then go to bed. Tomorrow after school I think the kids and I will have a little funeral for the three kittens. Maybe if we bury them in the flower garden with the tulips we can think of them every time we see the beautiful blooms come up in the spring.
It's 1:26 in the morning on Thursday, May 8th. I ran to Walmart to buy a kitten bottle and goat milk to try to save the white kitten. It was barely moving when I got home, and by the time I had washed the bottle and got the milk ready, it was cold and crying so quietly... I put the bottle up to the kitten but it made no effort to suck. I slipped the nipple into the kittens mouth and a drop of milk came out. The kitten swallowed, but then spit the nipple out. I tried for a few minutes to get the kitten to take nourishment (remember, it has to suck... squeezing the bottle could cause aspiration, and that's no good). The kitten refused all of my attempts, and then died in my hands. I'm devastated. My heart is broken. The last kitten appears to be strong and healthy, and I've seen it nursing often, and chasing Mabel around the box to find a nipple. All I can do is watch and pray the last kitten survives.
For now, I'm going to have a good long sob session and then go to bed. Tomorrow after school I think the kids and I will have a little funeral for the three kittens. Maybe if we bury them in the flower garden with the tulips we can think of them every time we see the beautiful blooms come up in the spring.
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