Saturday was rough. I ended up with a sleepover with MisterMoonbeam on Friday night, as we realized DarkKnight wanted to be able to sleep in, since I had to drive MisterMoonbeam to pick up his moving truck. I woke up at 6, watched an episode of a show, and then fed the cats breakfast. When I went to feed the kittens, I set the food down and realized that little Chip was missing. He was laying in the cat tower, not moving. He looked dead. His breath was barely there. I immediately scooped him up - he was so cold! - and called the emergency foster line. No one answered, so I sent a text. I yelled for MisterMoonbeam, but he was in the shower and didn’t hear. I set down Chip and ran down to the basement, encouraged DarkKnight to get up and into the shower, letting him know what was going on with Chip.
I raced back upstairs and tried to get Chip to respond. He couldn’t even hold his head up, and his eyes weren’t tracking. The shelter finally messaged me back, and they said we were on our own because there was no vet in the shelter over the weekend, and the clinic was closed.
I gave him some pedialyte, and before too long DarkKnight was by my side, plugging in the heating pad and mixing up some slurry.
Unfortunately, I then had to leave. I went with MisterMoonbeam to get the moving truck, and then pick up my two oldest children. MisterMoonbeam drove the moving truck with my son, and I drove his minivan with my daughter in the passenger seat.
I want to write more but I am fading. It’s after midnight and I am spent.
Chip died in DarkKnight’s arms that afternoon. To say DarkKnight is devastated is the mildest word. He’s just a wreck.
This morning we had another kitten suddenly stop eating, and Huckleberry later died tonight, while I rocked him and sang “Night Mantra” by Renee & Jeremy.
I already had plans to go to the shelter tomorrow, with a stool sample. We think it may be Coccidia, as the shelter says it has been prevalent lately.
This is so extremely overwhelming and sad to me. In the 5+ years that we’ve been fostering, I’ve never had a kitten die. Now we’ve had two in two days. Chip and Huck were e brothers - Grapenut seems to be okay so far, but he’s been sneezing. The others didn’t, they were just fine until suddenly they weren’t. So I hope he will be okay. The other kittens in the room seem ok so far. I can’t lose anymore - this is just awful.