But we get up again

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Last night we did a great mercy.

CG was over, helping us get ready for the party, and she heard a mewling. It was a kitten, in the shed. Not more than 4-5 hours old, and abandoned. We gathered him up, and got him warm, and made phone calls and took him to a kitten rescue in Berkeley. He ate, and was calm, and cuddled, and snuggled.

Just now I got the word he didn't make it. Kimberly tells me he was probably abandoned because there was something wrong with him. It's hard. It's hard on Amanada, who was with him. It's being hard on me. It's going ot be hard on Marna, when she wakes up, and I tell her.

It's going to be really hard on CG, when I tell her.

As Kimberly said, there isn't anything to be done in situations like this. We did what we could, and he died warm. Which is a big thing. Dying warm is good. In some ways we put that in the win column. It sucks. It sucks a lot, but it's what we could do, and we did it, and that, as the man said, has made all the difference.

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and the one I found was practically roaring for someone to save it. I called my vet, they'd managed to arrange for someone to raise it because it couldn't be tested for the bad diseases until a while, and ran it in, wrapped in warm, soft towels. And crying. While my father was ill I learned how to drive pretty well while bawling my eyes out.

It had been dropped into my backyard, likely by mom. It had been pierced through with fangs, through the belly. My vet put it to sleep for me. One of the neighborhood toms wanted it out of the way so it could sire its own litter.

You all did good. And if you didn't care you'd be inhuman. And what Calvin and Hobbes said.

Hugs across the e-ways to all involved.