The two baby girl kittens, and two baby boy kittens that were abandoned in my front yard died, one by one.
I called my boss Friday morning, and explained why I wouldn't be going to work. Being the animal lover he is, he understood that I had to be here to try and save the kittens.
Between Grandpa and myself, we worked around the clock, bathing especially the two little white kitten’s bottoms from the constant watery poo, and feeding them round the clock, every two hours. In one of the pictures below, you will see a white little kitten that died in my hands as I tried to feed her milk. How I wish that heartless unknown person, who threw them in my yard, had done so a few days earlier, before they got to the inhumane condition they did. Perhaps they might have had a better chance to live.
As if things weren't heartbreaking enough, I found the female cat, the one I had tried to trap for over a year, and finally succeeded in trapping and having spayed and micro-chipped, the one that had at least 4 or 5 different litters of kittens before I finally trapped her, was dead on the street, right in front of my drive way. I picked her dead little body and placed it in a box, unlike other times, where I've had to literally scrap them off the street with a shovel. Grandpa and I spent most of yesterday, digging little graves in my backyard. But it didn't stop there, because the most horrific and painful thing was yet to happen.
While Grandpa and I were burying 4 baby kittens, and a cat, one of the 5 month old kittens jumped the back fence into the backyard. Duke, the German Shepard that someone THREW in my backyard, along with Oreo, the part Pet Bull dog some months ago, grabbed and killed the little kitten, the little gray one, the one in the last two pics. I heard the kitten scream, but by the time I got to her, it was too late. Duke had torn off her entire hind leg. I took off my sandal and started beating Duke with it. I couldn't stop. When I picked her up and held her little body against my chest, she was still alive, and was looking at me, eye to eye, and then she died. How is it possible that I'm still alive? Doesn't one die from excruciating pain?!!
I dug the 6th little grave and buried the kitten. I looked everywhere, but never found the little leg. I just had to share the horrible things that happened yesterday, here in LJ.
Although, I've lost many cats in the past, I'm going to make a web page especially for the four baby kittens who never had a chance in this life, and for the gray one, because I don't ever, ever want to forget them. Grandpa and I are doing much better today. I am going to do everything posible today, to forget yesterday, and I think knawing Palin to the BONE, will help immensely!
I had to bathe and wash the poo off the two white kittens. I suppose they still had the effects of the Carnation evaporated milk I had been feeding them, (I didn't know any better) before my 2 of my LJ friends told me to buy Kitty formula instead.
This white baby kitten actually died in my hand as I tried to feed her.
This is the kitten that died in my hands.
I'm going to dedicate many pages in the domain I'm renovating with all my cats and dogs. There will be MANY of them, because I have so many 4-legged babies.
I'll also dedicate a page to Herman the turtle, Honey Bunny the rabbit, my hedgehog Porky, and my poodles, Mickey and Penny who were the love of my life and still are, who are all in critter heaven.