I try to keep most of my posts happy and upbeat, so I will warn you in advance that this post is not a happy post. Feel free to leave now and come back tomorrow, when I will hopefully have something more cheerful to share. Really, it's okay.
Alright, so if you're still reading, I'm sorry to have to share this bad news. Two of my four foster kittens have died. I am very worried about the other two kittens. The vet has done some tests and they have a parasite - either giardia or something that starts with a "t" that I can't pronounce. They're on medication and I'm just hoping they pull through. We'll have additional test results in a few days, but in the meantime there is not a whole lot they can do for the two remaining kittens.
Logically I know this can happen when fostering young kittens. I know there was nothing more I could have done for them, and its not my fault they died. I know this logically. But emotionally I am heartbroken. They were my foster cats. They were supposed to have a happy life with a wonderful new family someday. I never even gave them real names.
This one I called "Little Black One". He was my favorite of the four. He was the most cuddly and always the first to greet me when I came in the room. He had little fuzzy black hair all over that always seemed to look all askew.