About a week ago a neighbor brought me a kitten. It was less than 2 weeks old and like a sucker, took it in. We took care of it (didn't even know the sex) and loved it. This morning I had a premonition to take it to the vet. I worked out of town today and driving home I had an increasing feeling of dread. I got home with the intention of taking a shower and then making the vet appointment when Itty was laying splayed out in his bed, unresponsive. I scooped him up and raced to the vet. Itty was near death, a virus had attacked his/her little body. Nothing could be done so I gave the vet permission to end the suffering. I made a little makeshift casket and wrapped him/her in washcloths (we always played 'papoose') and laid Itty in the garden under the pomegranate bush and muscadine vines.
Needless to say I'm a wreak. Please pray, send good thoughts, etc., to us so that this pain will subside.
Goodbye Itty Bitty, I loved you so much for the short time we had together.