Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

August 30, 2006


One of the kittens died last night. There was nothing we could do.

I tried making her mama look after her, but she wouldn't.
I tried finding her a surrogate mama, but the kitten didn't want that.
I tried wrapping her in a towel so she'd be warm, but it didn't help.
I tried feeding her warm milk with an eye dropper.

She still died.

I hate the helpless feeling - sitting on the front porch with a kitten cradled in my arms and knowing she is going to die no matter what I do for her. I would have saved her if I could. Even if she is "just a barn kitten". She's still a living thing that needs to be taken care of. Logically, I know she's better off where she is now - safe and warm, but it kills me that I couldn't help her. Her sister woke us up at 12:30 last night mewing outside the bedroom window. I hate it when they cry. I just want to save them all - but I can't.

So frustrating. So sad.


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