Sunday, June 28, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Fresca and I had 17 hours together. I got Fresca yesterday late afternoon. He was a fluffy beautiful orange boy. He had a hard short life but his last 17 hours were filled with love. He was 3 or 4 weeks old and incredibly thin. The vet said not to hold out hope. But I have had miracles before and I was determined to have another miracle. I held him all Friday evening. I had him outside for quite a while hoping the magic effects of sunshine would help him get better. I dropper fed him so very slowly over the whole evening. He purred for me so I knew he knew he was loved. I rubbed him and told him how very special he was and how lucky I was to be his mom. I checked on him during the night and he was holding his own. Still okay in the morning so out we went for more loving in the sunshine. He even got to take a few steps on the patio. I had hope as every hour gave me more hope. Then around 9 am he took a turn for the worse and soon after he died. I so cherish the 17 hours we had together and my heart aches incredibly for the sweet little boy who put his paw on my shoulder and purred this morning when we were out in the morning sun.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
The four "A" babies are 5 weeks old. They are starting to show their different personalities. The girls have been nicely eating canned food for 2 days now. Alfalfa decided today is the day to start eating canned food. Alcott, well Alcott is Alcott. He is a mama's boy and says "you are kidding, you want me to eat that?" He ignores the food even when I put a bit in his mouth to give him a taste. He follows me around and squeaks at me demanding to have a bottle. He only ate once so far and holds out for a bottle.
Hiccup is being weaned off his medication to see how he makes out. Once he is off and has done well he will be going to his new home who are anxiously waiting for him. He is down to 1/4 the dose of cisapride that he started out on. He has had Restoralax but only once since Friday. He is eating normal food and seems to be doing well. He is pooping well with quiet sounds only very occasionally. He is running and playing a lot. He learned how to climb up on the couch which he does very often when I happen to be sitting on it. I put him in bed with me this morning as he so loves to have snuggles. He settled right in, purred and got sleepy. I asked him where was this boy when I was trying to keep him warm when the power was off after that last big snow. All is well in my house right now. Lots of love and happy babies.