My beautiful Zippy died on April 17th. She was a little over a year old, but I had taken care of her since she was a kitten. She came up to my house all skin-and-bones, and scared of humans. She had some burn marks on her, and I assumed that some kids had been torturing her. So I took her in and nursed her back to health. Some days, I didn't think she was going to make it she was so tiny, young, and deathly skinny. But she pulled through.
Here is a fairly recent picture of her:
Whenever I would take her outside, she loved to flop down on this trash can. I have no idea why she liked it so much, but I guess it was comfortable.
I am beside myself in sorrow. She managed to get out of the house when she was in heat, and had two little kittens a month ago. Everything was fine up until this past week. I had been working long hours and didn't realize she was sick. She died of mastitis. The vet told me that symptoms can spring up and they'll die just a day or two later, even if symptoms don't seem to be that bad. She had been tired and not really wanting to eat the last day, and I knew she wasn't feeling well, but I had to work so I decided I would take her to the vet in the morning since she didn't seem to feel that bad. Then when I got home from work I knew something was wrong because she hadn't eaten or even really moved and hadn't fed her two little kittens all day. I left the kittens with someone else who fed them, and took Zippy to the vet, but it was too late. She died a little bit after we got there.
I blame myself for this. I should have noticed it sooner, should have called in to work and taken her on to the vet. I am taking care of the two wee kittens now, but I wish Zippy was still here with me.
Here is a picture of the kittens (about two weeks ago - they are doing fine):
Here is a fairly recent picture of her:
Whenever I would take her outside, she loved to flop down on this trash can. I have no idea why she liked it so much, but I guess it was comfortable.
I am beside myself in sorrow. She managed to get out of the house when she was in heat, and had two little kittens a month ago. Everything was fine up until this past week. I had been working long hours and didn't realize she was sick. She died of mastitis. The vet told me that symptoms can spring up and they'll die just a day or two later, even if symptoms don't seem to be that bad. She had been tired and not really wanting to eat the last day, and I knew she wasn't feeling well, but I had to work so I decided I would take her to the vet in the morning since she didn't seem to feel that bad. Then when I got home from work I knew something was wrong because she hadn't eaten or even really moved and hadn't fed her two little kittens all day. I left the kittens with someone else who fed them, and took Zippy to the vet, but it was too late. She died a little bit after we got there.
I blame myself for this. I should have noticed it sooner, should have called in to work and taken her on to the vet. I am taking care of the two wee kittens now, but I wish Zippy was still here with me.
Here is a picture of the kittens (about two weeks ago - they are doing fine):