My previous post was about one of the two kittens I saved being near death and the vet said there was nothing we can do and suggested putting him down. As I said before, we decided against that and took him home to keep him warm. He slept in bed with us tucked into a heating pad. Still as weak and frail as before.
Suddenly around 5AM he woke up. He couldn’t stay still. He had so much energy. He kept jumping off our bed. So I put him and his heating pad in his tent with his brother. A few hours later we went to bottle feed him and he drank sooooo much. We tried giving him some wet food and he devoured it. He’s been acting pretty normal since. Still small but gaining weight.
So despite the vet saying it’s near impossible him for survive he proved them wrong and pulled through!
Thanks for the support on people who commented or otherwise thought about us to send good vibes.
Photo. Need photo.
How did I forget!
here is him and his brother (orange boy is the one who was okay, gray white one is the one who almost died)Omg, look at those little floofs! How old are they now? From your original post, I wasn’t sure if they’re 3 weeks now or were 3 weeks old when you found them 3 weeks ago.
Aww they’re so cute! Hope they both keep doing well from now on. Cats are absolutely amazing family members.
I had to put down my 16 yo heart, warmth, and joy 2 Saturdays ago.
Something in me is broken and gone with him.I got a little runt that needed a lot of help and is helping me heal
. I tell him a lot about Katsu.It’s been a rollercoaster.
Oh, I’m so glad! I’ve been thinking about your last post and hoping for the best. It can be such a tough call, because you don’t want them to suffer, but sometimes they do pull through. Damn adorable little drama kings and queens!
I’ve been fostering kittens for a few years now, but had my first bottle babies and my first loss last year. In fact, 4/5 of the bottle babies I had last year tried to die at one point or another. The only one that didn’t was accepted by a nursing queen that I was fostering at the same time. The most dramatic kitten was actually the last one:
I had a litter of 3 orphaned kittens. First one refused to eat, so she got tube feeding & antibiotics. A week or so later, her brother’s appetite went from 200% to 5%, so he also got tube feeding & antibiotics. Both of them spent a few days on a downslide before eventually turning around. When they were about 3 weeks old, and I was finally starting to relax a bit, the third one decided it was her turn.
I was feeding them every 3 hours around the clock, but occasionally skipping one feeding per night so I could sleep for more than 2.5 hours at a time. At 6p, she threw up, but was otherwise fine, and at 9p, she didn’t want to eat, but was still alert and active. I couldn’t fall asleep that night, so I figured there was no point in skipping the midnight feeding. When I went to feed them, I found her completely limp and barely responsive, so I rushed her to the ER, and I was scared she’d die before we even made it there. The vet immediately took her and it was probably 20-30 minutes later when they came back to me and said she wasn’t responding and it would probably be best to put her down, but they’d keep trying a little longer. It was probably 15 minutes later that the vet came back again and had me follow them to the back where the little kitten was suddenly alert & responsive again.
On the vet’s advice, I went back to feeding them every 2 hours for a bit. Everything was smooth sailing from there, and I got to send them off to their forever homes when they were about 10 weeks old. I hope they don’t give you any more scares!
Take that vet out of your contact list
Healthcare professionals, whether for humans or animals, are universally delighted to be wrong in such circumstances. I know I tend to get wrapped up in people’s odds of recovery and how quickly I expect to see changes because it helps me plan their care, but when somebody recovers in a way I wasn’t expecting or much quicker than expected I get HYPED.
Happy to hear the little guy is OK. Here’s sending more good vibes from the internet.
You’re a good person and the kitty was lucky to have found you.
My 15 year old cat had a stroke. He couldn’t stand up on his own, kept falling over to one side.
We set him up with some towels in a storage bucket and I told my wife “I have to go to work, if he’s not any better, we’ll take him to the vet and have him put down.”
When I got home from work, I looked in the bucket and said his name. He raised his head, put his paws on the edge and stood completely up, like “Goddamn it, I HEARD what you said.”
He lived another 7 months.
At the end, all he wanted was to be warm so I made him a fire.
A few years ago, my 15 year old buddy started having kidney failure. The vet tried some meds and fluids, but he just kept getting worse. We made “THE appointment” because he wasn’t getting better and he was suffering. I snuggled with him on the ride there, but by the time we got to the vet, he was already gone. 😭
I’m at least glad that I was with him in the last moments. Miss you, Peekaboo!
