When your best just wasn’t enough

Two weeks ago I found two newborn kittens abandoned. On my way home from my mother’s house I found these little cuties. They were helpless, cold, crying, and no mother in sight. I cautiously walked over to one to check it out and realized the placenta was still attached to it. I observed that it was dirty and in dire need of help. So, I picked it up and suddenly realized that about 3 houses down there was another kitty. I picked that one up too. I took them over to my mom’s house and she cut their umbilical cord and wrap them up. I grabbed the kitties and on my way home called my husband and informed him of the treasure I had found. He sounded unimpressed. I got home and just stared at them not knowing what to do. My mom showed up a few minutes later and shortly after my husband did as well. He rushed home and sat in front of the computer scribbled something on a note card. He then ran to our bedroom and came back with a lamp to warm them up. Then we rushed to the pet store and bought KMR and bottles. That night we took turns feeding the kitties. And it was the worst night ever lol we quickly realize it was harder than it seems. But as the days passed we somehow grew more energy and love and continue to take care of our kittens. We got them deworm and seemed to be doing fine, but then they developed diarrhea. I was worried so my husband and I took them to the vet and the vet said they were healthy and prescribed antibiotics just in case. Two days later one of the kittens stopped eating and looked super lethargic and dehydrated. When my husband came back from work we rushed to the hospital. The kittens were not well, no matter how hard we had tried to help them. We were taught how to give them subcutaneous fluids and tube feed them. I was kinda upset that we waited in a freezing room for hours with our kittens hungry cold and dehydrated, but I was that’s the Vet ER for you. When we got home we fed them gave them all kinds of antibiotics that they were prescribed etc. etc. and put them to bed in a warm space. We did all the right things, but then at 2:00AM our babies were dying. I was very upset, I couldn’t believe it. After three vets visit, two antibiotics, the best KMR, 2 hour feedings, my lively kittens were now hanging by a thread. I was very emotional, but my husband was so sweet and didn’t think I was crazy. Thank goodness I married him. I thought I had done something wrong, but is dumb to play the blame game. It’s not going to make me feel better. I can only be thankful that God created animals and that he allowed me to find those two sweeties. I had a wonderful two weeks with them and it was so wonderful to see their ears perk up, their little eyes opened, and how calmed they got when I would touch them and caress their little backs. I’m going to miss those two kittens. I learned that my husband is very devoted to me and he will do anything, even dish out a hefty check simply because I was attached to these kittens and they were sick. He let me cry for hours last night even though he had work in the morning. And now, I also appreciate my 7 year old cat more, we only got her about a year ago and I used to lament that I never saw her as a kitten, but now I feel like I know how she was 🙂 I’m really going to miss my sweeties. Be grateful for your sweeties and thank God he created such beautiful creatures. I love animals. I love cats. Maybe I am a cat lady….no I prefer cat woman 😉