Monday, June 3, 2013
I have had a huge challenge the last week. I have taken on looking after a little baby boy for a couple who wants me to try and save little Duke. He weighed only 118 g. Kittens are about 90-100g when they are born so Duke is very tiny for a kitten who was supposed to be 4 weeks old. He was very frail, thin and failing. His two siblings had already died. He looked so forlorn that I almost cried when I first saw him. I took him on knowing it was against the odds for him to make it but I was willing to love him all I could and do the best I could for him. I got him on Sunday and on Monday on my way home from work all I could think is that the poor little guy would be dead when I got home. One of the hard parts of my looking after babies is the rock that is in my stomach when I am scared of what I will find. I burst into tears when I heard him crying as soon as I opened the door as I knew we still had a chance. Weight gain was slow--118g, 128g, 126g, 134g, 136g, 146g, 144g, and 162g. When he gained the 18 g I knew we had more than a faint chance that he would make it and I held him as I cried with relief and joy. I held him for a while last night and talked to him. He needed to know that he was loved and needed to keep fighting. He is a bright eyed smart little boy and will break my heart when he leaves my house.