Poor baby did not make it. She was smaller and weaker than the rest. I tried everything I could to relieve her constipation, pulled out more than I thought was possible for such a little thing. She was much relieved after words, and able to run around and fuss at me when I left the room. But she just wasn't strong enough. She may never have been. At around 11pm I realized she was failing and put her on my chest. She used her last bit of energy to crawl up under my chin and die. I am totally devastated. Hopefully someone on this site will understand my crying on and off for the last couple days. My entire family is grieving. I feel like I just didn't do something fast enough. I have hand raised both chicks and turkeys and a couple geese. I can't begin to count how many kittens I have bottle fed, but this little baby just did me in. I wrapped her up in a beautiful silk scarf and placed her in a little box, buried her under the tree her family roosts in. The night she died I was very grateful to the cat I found wounded as a tiny kitten, he slept with me all night. '
I am in no way a religious person, but I really hope she has gone her way without pain and is tumbling into her next life, hopefully a strong and long one.
Thank you to everyone here. You all are the best.
