The call

It's the call you never want to get, especially when you are on your way out of town for a mini-vacation.  I've been helping a woman in Scarborough with a colony and Sandi was fostering a litter of kittens rescued from her place.  As soon as we saw them, we knew Tadpole was different, there was something going on, he didn't play as much, slept more, fell over sometimes.  We didn't know if it was a neurological thing or what.  Luckily I had these kittens set up with THS as a foster to surrender so they did all the vetting.

The other four kittens were fine bouncing around, but Taddy went to the vet a few times, had a URI, improved, then would seem lethargic then improve again.  A week ago they all went in to THS, the others to go forward for adoption, and Tadpole for some tests, there was talk of a possible liver shunt.

I spoke to one of the vets last week who indicated he would probably come back to us for a while to monitor him.  Then he went downhill, and was on a bunch of meds.  Yesterday they called to say he was getting worse and after much discussion they felt the most humane thing was to euthanize him, he was losing weight and couldn't stand up, even with with all the care they were providing.

I wished more than anything that the last week of his short life hadn't been spent alone in a cage, this is the first kitten we've lost in a long time, and it hit me hard.  I know I did what I thought was best for him, but he was just a baby and such a sweet little guy.