I had a very very bad morning. I stopped in to the shelter to pick up some informatino on one of our cats. The volunteer that was there asked me to check on one of the kittens. He was fine, but I found 2 of his siblings far away from mom & cold. Both had gunk all over their face, one also had litter crusted over his mouth. They were just over 2 weeks old. One of them I called Tank as he was the largest of his litter up until this past weekend. Tank passed inside my shirt this morning as I was trying to warm him back up. His brother was just hanging on when I dropped the whole family off at the vet this morning. I don't think he is going to make it. The other 2 looked strong so far. My question is, does it ever get easier when you lose one? I've been doing shelter work for 9 years. It just always hurts so much, does it ever get better?