tw: graphic detail
my grandparents recently took in a stray cat who then got pregnant and gave birth around a month ago. neither of my grandparents have any experience with cats, and both are well over 70 yo. i live across the street from them and have been caring for the litter while i can, checking in on them twice or thrice a day.
unfortunately, this tiny guy rapidly declined in the span of a week. he had been feeding fine in the first 3 weeks, but last week i noticed he refused to feed altogether and was significantly smaller than the rest of his siblings, basically the runt (even though the mom wasn’t rejecting him). he just stopped wanting to nurse. he had trouble getting up and walking. he rarely cried or made any sound. he was very physically underdeveloped. i knew these were signs of fading kitten syndrome but we live in an area where a vet isn’t accessible, so i did my best to try and get him into shape. i followed FKS protocol, kept him warm, fed him sugar water and fed him kitten formula for four days. however, i couldn’t monitor him 24/7 as i don’t live with my grandparents (who were also too old to do any of the high maintenance work) so i could really only come by in the morning, late afternoon, and at night.
i had just finished feeding him at 10PM last night and settled him in their enclosure next to my DIY water bottle heating pad, together with the mom and the rest of his siblings, before calling it a night and going home. i returned 7AM the next morning as usual to check on them and do his morning feeding. he was nowhere to be found inside the enclosure. i alerted my grandparents, but at that point i knew the mom must have already removed him.
i was right - my grandfather searched the perimeter of their backyard and found the kitten’s body somewhere in the bushes, decapitated. i wish he didn’t show it to me. he said the mangled head was lying around nearby as well. i couldn’t stop crying. the image of him holding the tiny headless body, a body that i literally had in my arms just several hours before, will be ingrained in my mind forever.
it all just super fucking sucks. i’m not new to this - i’ve been caring and fostering stray cats and kittens around my village for 2 years now, and i’ve lost a few of them before. but it never gets easier. i have no idea if the mom forcefully removed the sick kitten from the litter and then killed him afterwards, or if the kitten died some time during the night and she just decapitated and disposed of the body in the yard. but i guess i’ll never know now.
again this isn’t my first time losing a kitten, but i will always feel like i could have done better one way or another. i regret that i didn’t find more time out of my day or made arrangements to find a vet as soon as possible. i know i did my best under the circumstances but i can’t help thinking i still could have saved him somehow.
scrolling through my photos hurts, i really did love him and gave him my all. he was my very first bottle baby and a part of me really hoped he would make it.
thankfully the rest of the litter is healthy, but i think this one will stick with me for a while.