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Tuesday, November 19
Im still kinda a mess, but I figure now is a good a time as any. So Andrew didn't eat on Sunday night or monday morning. Nor was he interested in food on monday night. I was getting concerned but I knew I was bringing them into the shelter today for their check up anyway, so I didn't do much more than force some more food into him. Monday morning his stomach felt like he had eaten, just not when I was around, but by monday night he seemed weak. Tuesday morning he seemed very weak and thin. He was having a hard time holding his head upright... just seemed to tilt to one side. I fed him, and he decided he wanted to jump down. I put him on the ground and he toddled off to the litter box. He seemed a little drunk. So I quickly medicated everyone except him and ran down to the shelter. They didn't like the way he was acting either so I left his sisters there while I took him to the vet. We had to wait a while, and Andrew decided to go to sleep.. and didn't I start to panic.. I kept telling him that he could not die. After loosing his sister I didn't think I could handle it. The vet took a look at him and thought it might be lukemia, but thought it was a little late for it to be showing up. They started thinking it might just be an inner ear thing, and started tossing around the word treatment. I was starting to hope, when someone from the shelter called to tell them that his sisters tested positive, and pretty much that was that. I broke down in the vets office. I hugged andrew tight and eventually let him back into the carrier and back to the shelter we went. Kirsten gave me a big hug when I got there, and I broke down all over again. I know this was an emotional moment, but I didn't want to make the shelter workers feel any worse than they already did.
Andrew's sisters were still there in the carrier, so I put him back in with them and gave them all one last cuddle and hug and kissed their tummies before leaving. Im not quite sure how I got myself out of there. Nor how I got home. I guess a lot of avoiding my feelings and denial. Since the kits lived with the kittens, there is a chance they were infected. I need to keep them for six more weeks incase, which is the incubation period. *prays they weren't.. I have no idea how Id survive loosing them all* |
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