This morning I walked around my apartment as I usually do, to feed the kittens. There are quite a few feline friends I have here. I came across this little one sitting on a slope near the recycling area. He had become very weak. His eyes were closed and infected. I had seen him play with his siblings in this area very often. I knew at once that I needed to take him to a doctor right away.
The doctor prescribed 2 medicines and gave him an injection. I was not satisfied with his analysis, but at least he cleaned his eye enough for the little kitten to see again. I planned on fostering the kitten for 3-5 days, feed him, clean him, give him his meds and after the course of medication reunite him healthy with his family. I got him back home after the doctor’s visit and let him rest till I arranged for his food, medicines and other necessities. 2-3 hours had passed and he hadn’t eaten anything. I tried different varieties of food, but he just did not seem interested. A kind being who has experience with rescuing kittens was helping me over calls with the decisions I had to make. She suggested a doctor and we decided to take the kitten there immediately.
I put some T-shirts in the box to keep him warm. When I went to get him, he took a deep breath that looked like a hiccup. But that was it, his last breath. I checked in different ways to find his heartbeat but I knew he had passed away. I buried him in a garden close to his family with the help of a man who helped me earlier that morning. RIP