I hate it when foster parents lose their foster cats. They put in so much work and love and to have the cat die....well...it's just awful. With kitten season upon us, it seems to happen more frequently.
Tiny is a really special, sweet kitten. She appeared with one of our affiliated veterinarian's on a local television show, "Animal House Calls." Normal size for an 8 week old kitten is about 2 pounds. Our Tiny was under 1 pound at almost 8 weeks:
The foster Mom took Tiny into the vets this morning and was encouraged that Tiny might be just a little constipated! Wow! Could it be the little girl just needs to poop?
We weren't that lucky.
They did an x-ray and the vet called me: "Mrs. Turner, I have NO idea what this is and I've shown it to three other vets and they've never seen internal organs that look like this! It could be cancer, it could be FIP...We just don't know and doubt she'll survive."
David and I are in the grocery store. He hates it when I take these calls while we're together because he's left wandering around the grocery store. But this time, he could see the look on my face as I leaned against the frozen food doors and listened to the vet.
She proceeded to tell me that there was a vet tech in the clinic that had fallen in love with Tiny and wanted to take her home - even if it meant her survival for a few days. Apparently, the tech had wrapped her in a baby blanket and didn't plan on getting any work done today. She would spend her work day loving Tiny and giving her the very best chance of survival.
I was practically speechless. Other than a full recovery, how it could it possibly get better than this? Tiny has a home. She has somebody that will love her and care for her - regardless of the outcome. She'll get around the clock medical care.
Just for now, my heart feels very full this afternoon. Tiny has a home. :)