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I posted this in the Kitties Group - but just in case some of my friends don't belong to that group...

On Saturday, I went to Petsmart to meet up with the founder of the rescue and drop off my foster kittens. They had improved *so* much ~ their eyes and weight had improved by leaps and bounds. Fussy stopped hating people, Zero became more outgoing, LiL Brudder became a great little snuggler and Doom Kitteh got FAT. I was sad to see my little ones going, but hopeful that they'd find wonderful homes.

I had a bad day

This was meant to be a happy post, but today, at 3:49pm, Puddin' died in my arms. She was always the smallest, and a week ago I started syringe feeding her primarily as she lost interest in food. Her eye infection came back. The consensus between the vet & the rescue was "Failure to Thrive" - but I didn't give up. Puddin' slept with me Saturday night, as I was worried about her getting cold in the night (as it was her first night without her siblings). When she wasn't curled up in bed with me, or snug in my hoodie, she was with a hot water bottle closeby. It wasn't enough.

I had kept Puddin' with me, not just because her being underweight/not being healthy enough for adoption - I kept her because I wanted her to be my kitty. She was such a love. She snuggled with my dogs, she tolerated me fussing over her. She was awesome.





Heckler stayed online with me during Puddin's last moments (and the time leading up to that) - and I couldn't be more thankful. Pagz waited patiently for the news. Thank you guys so much. And to AsciraHalcyon & Faytal_Kraydel... I don't know how I'd get through this without my closest friends.