will talk about a kitten, how to lead in our lives and how, in just 3 days and 3 (long) nights made us fall in love, laugh, cry.
only a kitten, with all my respect to those who live very different losses. Me
had brought to the front door in the early afternoon Friday Jan, the Golden House.
I thought it was a mole, that the victorious trophy of the hunt gives credit to his master. Instead
out of his mouth a meow. The mole
evil (with its tunnel-busting field) can also die, but not a kitty cat. Then
so moved by my compassion traviata animal, the recovery helpless. Mindful of
do not know what kind of law passed down from father to son, remember that if I touched the mother would then refused, so the "sweep" in the blade and go out in the farmyard in search of the "nest."
The wren, the flash completely soaked dog, screaming their meows, pissed as a lynx, and in so doing attracted the attentions of a kitten.
So delicately puts it on the ground hopeful that nature follow its course. A worthy
chip only! How
then I said my father, the undisputed lord and master of aid - the middle ground between the edge of the gate and the local road, the scene of the crime - her mother was a young cat who had just abandoned.
I would say the last straw: a cat yet clogs!
the evening return to me I find him still there where I had supported.
I thought he was dead, but resumed toccatolo meowing loudly.
are spartan, but I have not had the heart to "throw him from the cliff."
So after a quick consultation with family, we adopted a Death Cat Miagolin.
contacted immediately a veterinarian friend of the family, that we prepare for the inevitable, however, giving us some suggestions for early intervention. Marcello
So they threw at 19.45 on Friday in search of the pharmacy on duty when buying a micro bottles and milk powder, while I was jumping around Matilde garrulous, and I tried to simulate with a damp paper towel massaging the mother's rough tongue.
Little screaming like a hyena, climbing obstacles such as Cliffhanger and greedily sucking the milk (every hour / hour and a half, day and night!)
slept in the room with us, as first granted to Matilda for only two nights ( while the I-Mac is already the second week !!!).
seemed to recognize the smell me and Marci, who feeds him, and we climbed on him and hid in the folds Musino to find warmth and protection.
Come on, how can you not fall in love?!
This morning I complained of the 4 up early in the night, but in truth I was happy because it looked lively and was also able to have a bowel movement ... and as I had made on him (more than once) was one of the obstacles to be overcome.
short, as long as we are talking about puppies, is always holy shit!
I left to my mother, grandmother, with the bottle, the dispenser and all the recommendations of the "parent" apprehensive.
(And my mom, puzzled: " but not a second child? )
While all fear and knowing we could not hope to avoid.
Returning for lunch I realized I was fading.
I kept on the palm of your hand, that was enough, as long as I could and cuddled.
I wanted to convey that this surrogate mother would never have abandoned.
I left him in clothes that they knew of us (maybe we were well on the ball!) And a ray of sunshine to warm it.
was a fighter. Marcello looked after him all night.
we had not given a name to avoid too attached, but it is not served in a crab. Informally was CIPI (lost cause).
was little, still with the umbilical cord and eyes closed, and entranced us.
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