Hi everyone. Last night my baby kitten died on my birthday.
I found her in my front yard with ants surrounding her, crying. Apparently her mother had abandoned her, but I wasn't sure if she was just moving her babies and hadn't come back for her, so I put her on an old t-shirt and just checked on her sporadically to make sure she was okay. Well, the mother never came back for her and the mosquitos were horrible outside (I live in southern Georgia) so I adopted her. Her eyes were still closed and her umbilical (sp?) cord was still attached.
We used to raise baby rabbits, so we had bottles small enough to feed her and everything. She did good the first night waking up every two hours or so to be fed, but Tuesday night she only woke up a few times and then yesterday she was so weak she couldn't even cry. She drank a little bit, but she was just too small.
My mom and I cried so hard, but at least now she's with my dad and in a much happier place. "Butter" was her name.
Just wanted to get all this off my chest, thanks for listening (or reading, rather) guys!
My b/f just sent me some "feel better" red and white flowers with the *the* most sweet note I have ever read!