Alli called me this morning to tell me that Esmerelda, aka OS, had passed away during the night.
She was a little sniffly even when I sent her home with Alli, I remember. Alli said she cried non-stop from day one at her house; I assumed it was because she was crying for Mama, but I think I was wrong.
She had runny poop for the first week or so at Alli's. Alli told me last week that that problem finally got better. But then earlier this week, Alli fed Esme and her other cat Dino when she got home from work and Esme was not interested at all.
So, then Alli got to become nurse. She force-fed her a little in the style I fed Mama. She'd give me updates: she's still lifeless, but she's alive! Kidding around, of course.
She had a vet appointment scheduled for Tuesday. We figured that by then, the kitten would be better anyway.
Not so.
I had been told not to count on all the kittens living when Mama had them. But I figured that since they made it to eight weeks, they were out of the woods. But I guess little Esme was just too sickly.
I'm so sad my little baby cat didn't have a chance to live a nice, happy cat life. :~(
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"
