This is a story of a cute, black kitty, who loves me now and loved me then... oh wait. That's a . Sort of.
Anyway, you're probably wondering about the kitten - who never did get a name, by the way. She's alive, she's well (sort of), she's a he (I didn't realize). And he's just not with me at the moment. He, from the first day I got him, was sick. He had diarrhea. All the time. And he was good enough to go in his litter box, most of the time. The Humane Society and I tried our best to get it under control, and we gave him a couple of medications. First, for worms, then specifically for diarrhea. The second medication made him worse, though. It is a long disgusting story, and I won't share with you how many times I cleaned him up, and cleaned the litter box, and cleaned the carpets, but he just wasn't getting any better. Last Monday, I decided to take him back to the Humane Society and let them make him all better. The vet that they took him to really thinks its a parasite, and he took medication for that, but apparently he still isn't better. His little kitty butt is very swollen (think hemorrhoids) and he can't stop pooing. It isn't a pretty site, and last week, after all the work and time, I really couldn't do it any more. I did everything I could for him. I still may bring him back home, but only if the tushy issues are under control. Velvet never did get along with him, but I kind of think that's because he was sick. I'm definitely waiting to see if he gets better. I really fell in love with him and want to bring him back hom. And how could I not?
He's adorable, no? However, Tweed, my cat who passed in March, was a "special needs" cat. He had a disease called cerebellar hypoplasia. And I really don't know if I can have another sick cat, that needs attention more than a "normal" cat. It was a lot of work with Tweed, and a lot of love with him, too, but when he passed away, it broke my heart. I kept wondering if I could have done more, if he knew how much I loved him, and how much I wanted for him to just have a healthy, happy life. Personally, I believe that Tweed did have a better life with me than if he were with someone else (not any of my blog readers, of course), but that still isn't enough. I don't want to go through that heartache again. I wonder if the kitten is allergic to some foods, and that's what's causing the diarrhea, and if so, can I deal with a cat that has special needs again? I don't know if I can. Because if something happens to him, it will hurt too much. I knew from the beginning that I was fostering the kitten. And I think I gave him lots of love and attention, and that's what a shelter cat needs. I hope that everyone can remember the kitty in their thoughts, and hope that he gets better so someone (possibly me?) can love him the way he deserves to be loved.
