Monday, June 1, 2015
I held you and you died
I met you today and you were oh so very small. I wasn't supposed to have even been there, as my plan for the day was to simply be at home and recover from the past few days of travel, but a need presented itself and out I went.
You were left behind because you were so small and by the time you were rescued you were cold but alive. You were so weak and there is no knowing why. Maybe there were too many in your litter or maybe your mom didn't get enough to eat while you were growing or possibly you were conceived later than your siblings. Regardless, there you lay needing some attention. You were given some fluids and put on a heating pad and you lay there waiting.
I walked through the door looking for supplies for the kitties I already have. You were mentioned and I could not resist seeing your handsome face. You were so weak and so unresponsive. I tried rubbing on you to get your blood flowing and help your poor frail body absorb the fluids they had given you earlier, but it was too late. As I held you, you died.
I simply thought I had just stimulated the pee right out of you, so I kept trying to get a response out of you, but it was not meant to be... all too soon I realized that you peed on me because you left.
I am glad I was able to hold you as you moved from this world to the next, and you - unlike so many - will have tears shed over your loss.