On Friday our group got word of a litter of kittens seperated from their mother. She housed them on a boat in drydock. The boat was then launched and moved. The boat owners discovered the litter and did their best to care for them but were not told the kittens had to be fed every couple hours. They were very young.
Our group is amazing. By that evening the mother was caught and the kittens were re-united with her. They were housed in our garage overnight. But things did not look so good. The kittens were cold and undernourished and the momma did not seem interested in caring for them. In the morning we found one dead, two alone, and the momma sitting away from them. She would not help them when we brought them to her. Our attempt to introduce them to another mother we were housing also did not work and we didn’t have any kitten nursing supplies on hand.
Once the stores opened I ran out and got some KMR. We bought them inside and fed them. The black and white kitten had gotten too cold and dehydrated to take any more food. He was gaunt around the head, cold, weak, and breathing through his mouth.
We called one of our group who came and got them. She said that she has never seen a kitten showing the signs like the black and white baby who survived.
Death is all around us. When it comes close I get stirred up about it. It is important to try to save the kittens and cats that come under my care but I also try to hold a larger picture so as to not get too caught up into this particular instance of suffering but to remember there are many animals and people facing sickness, death, and suffering in different forms and they all need my care or at least my prayers.