The kitten that I was talking about in my last blog had to be put to sleep. It happened about two weeks ago. He had distemper. The vet said that it was passed to him by his mom, and that there wasn't anything I could have done to cure him of it; even knowing this, I still wondered if there was something I could have done that would have made his time with me better. I don't think I was able to answer that question for myself. My mom said that I did the only thing I could do; I made his last few weeks as comfortable and full of love as I could.
It's still really hard for me, even though he was only with us for about two weeks, I grew attached to him the minute I saw him. What makes things worse is that every time I see another kitten, even though none look like him, they always remind me of my Kitty (that's what I called him since I wasn't allowed to keep him, therefore I couldn't name him because I would be even more attached than I already was). I have a feeling that it's going to be hard for a long while still. :(
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