Sad news, I have it. Skip this if you don’t want a sad.
My foster-babycat Belinda crossed the Bridge a few hours ago. we’ve had a respiratory virus running rampant in the household despite our best precautions. No one seems in life-threatening danger… except that Belinda was small and frail. We’d been syringe-feeding her kitten-milk for the past couple of days, but she crashed badly last night.
Seanya spent the morning holding her and coaxing a bit of milk into her, but her urinary tract and her bowels were shutting down, and she stopped accepting it around lunch time. Soon after, she was having visible breathing difficulty, and her mucous membranes began to turn noticeably blue.
The on-call Humane Society staff member ran to take her to the vet… where her suffering ended.
I’m trying to figure out what we could have done differently to have saved her. I’m not sure anything would have worked, including seeing a vet earlier.
Could you guys say a prayer for a tiny black-and-white girl, not even 6 weeks old, who went to the Meadow too young to have found her forever home? And that the rest of the furballs, resident and foster, all pull through this little virus with no other complications?