Little Linus died on Saturday, a day after his brother, Boo. We took him to the vet again, even though he had seen one on Friday and got some treatment then. But his life was to be short. An hour after leaving the clinic, he too died in my hands.
No one really knows what happened, what killed my kittens. It was comforting to look at the vet going through a mental list of, not only what could be making the kitten sick, but more importantly, which of these diseases or conditions could be cured. It could be a bacteria, a virus, something they got from their Mom. We won’t know. She mentioned something about an IV in the baby’s bones. We said no.
We did everything we could. I swear, we did everything we could.