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And then there were none
Jul. 6th, 2024 05:33 pmAh, rats. Fergus was eating like a champ all the way through to 9:30 AM when he started eating less. Then at 11:30, he ate nothing and was lethargic. I thought he may have aspirated, kind of tossed a fit to get the shelter to allow a vet visit. Lot of good that did. They gave him a ml of subdural fluid, lectured me about how to bottle feed and how I needed to really encourage him to feed off Ingrid. Said he'd be fine.
An hour later he was gasping his last tiny breaths and then was gone.
I don't have much hope for Ambrose, but I'll try my best for him.
ETA: No joy. He was struggling, but still vocal and squirmy. Ingrid had started making off with him from his warm bed and leaving him, so I fashioned a little makeshift incubator with a warming disk in a small box. Did the tuck and fold to "seal" it and prevent her from doing that, while I got W out for a quick walk - had to feed kitten every hour because he wasn't eating much at a time - and when I came back she had broken into the box. Both were under the futon, kitten deceased. :( I know she knew he wasn't viable, and this was her solution. Cats are sociopaths, yes, but it also makes some sense. Or I'm a sociopath, because I had already halfway decided no extreme measures if he started to deeply struggle.
Anyway, as far as first time foster experiences: not super. If I ever do it again, I'm not sure I'd take in a very young pregnant cat. Heh.
An hour later he was gasping his last tiny breaths and then was gone.
I don't have much hope for Ambrose, but I'll try my best for him.
ETA: No joy. He was struggling, but still vocal and squirmy. Ingrid had started making off with him from his warm bed and leaving him, so I fashioned a little makeshift incubator with a warming disk in a small box. Did the tuck and fold to "seal" it and prevent her from doing that, while I got W out for a quick walk - had to feed kitten every hour because he wasn't eating much at a time - and when I came back she had broken into the box. Both were under the futon, kitten deceased. :( I know she knew he wasn't viable, and this was her solution. Cats are sociopaths, yes, but it also makes some sense. Or I'm a sociopath, because I had already halfway decided no extreme measures if he started to deeply struggle.
Anyway, as far as first time foster experiences: not super. If I ever do it again, I'm not sure I'd take in a very young pregnant cat. Heh.
