She died on Friday, 8 months old. We were and are very sad. We did nothing wrong and spent money to get her care, but nothing was going to work and the poor little girl just was not healthy there.
I’ll never forget her even though it was only 2-3 months in our lives. I am tearing up even thinking about her little face and cute little way of standing(feet apart, independent little look on her face).
She had been found walking down the road alone, clearly walked away from Mom. We provided for her even though she didn’t make it in the end. She would have never survived in the wild.
Oh the poor kit! But at least she had 2-3 good months, with people taking good care of her.
I wonder if her mother realized something was wrong and put her out? That sometimes happens, as it increases the chances of the rest of the litter if Mama doesn’t put energy into kits unlikely to survive.
I was less destroyed than I expected. I was mainly thankful to have such an amazing girl for all those years. I don’t feel ripped off if a cat lives 13+ years and her brother Cade was 15 and she was 16. Our poor dear Inara was only 7 and that hit hard.
Seriously , they really wrap our hearts around those little paws don’t they? We lost our girl in March and getting ready to get a new baby this month. I can’t wait!
Ah, yes, four cats is a pretty good houseful! (that’s how many live with me, at the moment. They’re approximately 11, 7, 5, and 3. The only one I know an actual birthdate for is the dog, who is just over a year.)
And she’s a confident kitten, not spending her first three days under a bed.
– I think I’m not properly up on the details of which tricolored cats get called which.
