I welcome you to my passion--the working hard to save the life of a tiny innocent kitten who cannot help what life has handed it. This blog will allow me to share my daily tales, joys, heartbreaks, memories and many moments of love. You can share my life one day at a time.
Monday, October 3, 2011
So much happening that it is hard to take in
On Sept 15 Flynn, Fenway, Foster, Fiji, Fortune and Firefly arrived. They were about 4 weeks old. Then on Sept 21 Gumdrop, Garvey and Gibson arrived. With 9 babies to look after I was a busy mom. Last Sunday the trouble began. Fiji crashed and died in the evening. Okay, bad stuff happens but it was only the beginning of a disaster. On Monday morning the kittens were all not doing well. So I gave fluids to all, started antibiotics and gave a bath and dry job to Garvey. They had diarrhea and were vomitting so keeping their cage clean was a big job. When I came home from work at lunch time Flynn was in trouble. I had been keeping a close eye on Garvey too and since I was holding him when Flynn crashed I took him with me to the vet too. I left both babies there. Flynn died in the afternoon. I brought Garvey home with an i.v. catheter in his leg. I was to give fluids at 7,8,9,10,11, metronidazole at 10 and ampicillin at 11. Keep in mind I have never dealt with an i.v. before so a new experience in a scary time. I kept him in his warm bed in the cage on the couch beside me so I could keep a close eye on him. Whatever he needed was his, my world revolved around him. The 7 pm fluids went well. He was upright and sat quietly while I helped him over the 3 minutes. Then I was doing the 8 pm fluids. Garvey went limp in my arms.............he had died. I was in shock as I didn't expect it at that moment. On Tues at lunch I noticed Fenway was 10% off. Usually not a worry but because of all that had been going on I took him to the vet during lunch hour (eating lunch is highly overrated). As Rekha and I were discussing the blood test results from the last 2 kittens I looked down and said Fenway was crashing in my arms. What better place to crash than at the vet's with a vet right beside you. They worked on him all afternoon but he slipped away in the late afternoon. On Wed Fortune seemed a little too quiet for my liking. I called Rekha and she said to bring her in. When I got there I admitted I might be oversensitive and overreacting but with all that had happened during the week I was taking no chances. Rekha said no, she was not acting like a normal kitten. She was started on metronidazole and came home after work. The conclusion to this story to follow.
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