Today I went to the hospital to get a blood draw. I pulled into the parking lot and saw a box with a towel over it. I thought abandoned kitten. A woman was walking in about the same time I saw it and we both took a look inside. A cute kitten was in the box. What I saw next made me sick. One front leg look like it had been RIPPED off. The bone was sticking out of a bloody stump. The other leg had half the skin off from half way up to paw. It was obviously broken. I was surprised the kitten was alive. The stump was not bleeding so it was not a new wound. I told the lady that if someone else had not taken the kitten to a vet before I got finished with my blood work I would take it.

Keep in mind I have just been told I might get laid off and didn't have the money to spend on a kitten but how could I turn my back on such desprate need? I couldn't.

Well the kitten was still there when I got finished, so I took it off to the vet. When we got to the vet they where not opened. I sat in my car and held this tiny kitten, who was shaking so bad. I held it over my heart so it could hear it beating and crooned to it and massaged its poor neck. Waiting there in the car the tiny black kitten stole my heart. It finaly fell asleep and it's shaking eased up a bit but didn't stop. When it opened it's eyes it looked so despondet. When the vet opened up, I walked in. The staff was horrified at the condition of the little thing. The vet said the wounds where at least 3 DAY OLD. I couldn't belive it. It has been 90+ degrees outside. How could it have survived that long with such a huge wound? I so wanted to save him. The vet said he had a stemic infectiion, most likely he was hit by a car or a bike. The vet didn't give him any chance at living, so we put him to sleep. I felt like I had betrade the kitten. He was working so hard to live and here I come and take him and kill him. The shot was not even 1/4 the way in him and he passed, surrounded by people that cared for him. Getting petted and told how brave and beautiful he was. The vet said this tiny kitten had been in pain for at least 3 days maybe more. He didn't have much fight left in him. The vet and the girls at the front desk said I was a good sameritan for bringing the little guy in but I feel like if I hadn't he would still be alive. Maybe I could have saved him. If only I had tried. He only dribbled a tiny bit of urin when he passed so he was dehidrated on top of verything else.


Sorry for such a long drawn out post. Life has been hard lately and this just hit me harder than I thought it would. I can't seem to stop crying.