A few weeks ago, we got a call at 9pm asking if we could come pick up this little abandoned, homeless kitten. I was in DC with the kids at the time, but I went straight to the shelter and picked up this tiny little blue-eyed fur ball and brought her home. We named her Sushi.
We all fell in love with her. She was the perfect little kitten - equal parts playful and fun and sweet and cuddly.
But if a human wasn't available, she would make her way to this blanket on this chair. It was so fun to look over and see this big soft white blanket with this tiny little black kitten curled into it.
She also got to be best friends with our other two foster kittens. I wasn't sure how they'd take to each other, but they did just fine! She became their little sister and they always played and slept together. She's almost camouflaged in this picture, but if you look closely, she's snuggled in the middle.
This was Wednesday morning. I used to wake up early and bottle feed these babies, but they've graduated to lapping up their kitten formula from a bowl, so this is our morning ritual.
But then things went very wrong very fast. On Thursday, she spit up. I thought nothing of it because our bigger cats are constantly spitting up - furballs, they eat too fast, etc. On Friday, Lacey noticed that she wasn't eating/drinking as well as she usually did and wasn't as energetic. After she pointed this out to me, I started noticing it as well. On Saturday morning, I got up early to feed the kittens and the older two came running over as usual. Sushi looked up from her spot on the pillow (Lacey slept in the Family Room right next to her all night) and came over to the food. So she had the awareness and desire to eat, but once she got to the food and water, she just looked at it and couldn't get her self to eat. So I contacted the shelter and asked if I could bring her into the vet. They said the vet wasn't working, but we could bring her in and have the staff look at her and see what they thought. I had to run Ella to a soccer tournament and Dave had to run Riley to a soccer tournament, so Lacey took her to the shelter right when they opened at 10am. She called me shortly thereafter sobbing saying that they said they didn't think she was going to make it and sending her home with fluid-filled syringes to help hydrate her and formula-filled syringes to try to force feed her. They said that she would either respond to the fluid and start to perk up in a day or two or she would pass away. I got home ~1:30 and held her and tried to feed her and comfort her.
And Lacey did the same.
But by 1:50pm, she was gone. Lacey held her as she took her last breath. We both started balling. It was so, so, so sad. We were all just in shock. We couldn't beleive she had gone from a totally healthy, happy, vibrant, energetic little kitten to dead in just 24-36 hours. It happened SO fast and we were so unprepared for this. Lacey and I took her to the shelter and handed over her sweet, limp body to the shelter workers through our tears. It was just the saddest thing. I'm crying again as I write this. We just all fell in love with this sweet little kitty and it just broke our hearts to have this happen. And to not have any idea as to why it happened.