This post hurts to write. Today we said goodbye to 4 of the sweetest, most loving little balls of fur I have met in a long time. Four little kittens, put to sleep way too soon... because they were sick.
A few days after we took these babies and their mumma on, when they were only about a week old, their eyes kept sealing with gunk, so began the vet visits. The vet thought they might have herpes, with possibly having cat flu as a secondary infection, so ...they were being treated for that with eye drops. When that didn't work, Baytril was added on top of the eye drops. After a week on the Baytril, they'd started to come right, eyes were clearing up, and all was looking good. But then that course stopped, and a couple of days later they were getting all the signs, but worse, back again. So today, we took them back for another vet visit... their last. The vet mentioned possibilities like Chlamydia and FIV (Feline Immunodeficiency Virus ) when we went back in today, and said even a 2nd course of Baytril was highly unlikely to do any good. So, we said goodbye.
What hurts the most is that in EVERY other way, these little guys (and girl) were the most sweetest, loving kittens ever.. they'd purr at even the briefest of touches, demanded cuddles constantly (before wanting to race after a sibling to attack), and were totally adored by the whole family (despite the mess they regularly left us to clean up!). They would've made awesome pets for any lucky owner... if they'd just been healthy. The world is so unfair sometimes!
Dude... black & white boy, who was so laid back, he'd go all floppy in your hands and start purring the moment you picked him up. You could do pretty much anything with him, and he'd just keep giving you that purr and adoring look. He got even smoochier in the last couple of days and would wrap himself around my neck, thrust his nose deep into my ear, and purr extra loudly.
Mostly Ginger, nicknamed Buddy, was a right wee terror... who somehow wormed his way into being my 2nd favourite. Usually the first one to race out the door if the door to the washhouse, that was their temporary home, was opened to go exploring, this boy would try and climb up my legs when he wanted his cuddles, and would probably have had the loudest purr of the 4. If I felt claws around my ankles, it was usually Buddy, saying "hi, pay attention to me please". Buddy and Dude were usually the first ones to go racing into the shower if the door was opened while the water was on, only to come racing back out to shake themselves dry again... and occasionally turn right around and race right back in. Adorable dorks!
Ginger and White, nicknamed "Mumma's Boy", was the quietest of the 4 when it came to demanding attention (but had just as loud a purr as his siblings!), and usually the 1st to go running back to their mum for cuddles and food. I was planning on getting more photos of him and the torti girl later today, as they were the only ones I didn't get many good ones of.
Torti girl, nicknamed Minnie, as she was almost a short haired, miniature copy of their mother. A right wee tomboy, who was as rough-n-tumble as the boys were, and usually the only one not so keen on staying still to have a cuddle. No thanks.. far too many brothers to chase and pounce on, or curtains to tear up, etc. However, she was always the first to come running, purring like mad, if you put the shower mat down on the floor... she'd curl up and go to sleep on it quite happily, usually as close to your feet, if not ON them, as she could get.
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