Rest in peace Bob, Smidge, and Smudge..
Smidge - tiny and helpless at a couple of days old, umbilical cord still attached, passed away on new years eve sometime between 10 and 11 pm.
Smudge - Smidge's equally tiny sibling, followed a few hours later.
Bob - about 3 weeks old, with eyes that had recently opened to take in the world, went into hypoglycemic shock yesterday, new years day, at around 1 pm, and none of my attempts to get him to swallow some glucose water worked. The little tyke could not swallow anymore. I was with him till he took his last breath.
Smidge & Smudge were under my care for only half a day before they crossed the rainbow bridge. They were found in a drain outside a car workshop. Honestly, I didn't have much hope they would make it. Little guys were just too far gone.
Bob was found in the store room of a house under some bags by a nice guy that adopted a kitten from me in 2009. I only had Bob for three days. He was doing amazingly well the night before he passed on. His death is a huge shock to me. I finally start fostering again and this is what happens. I hate hand-rearing.. I know that the very young ones are fragile, but losing 3 out of 3 is just fucking horrible. I don't know how to tell the rescuer that they have all died.
