There are fewer facts in life than the limitations of what can be achieved. It's even harder when you try your best to save a life and you have the cold harsh reality of the futility of your efforts. Sometimes you just have to take comfort that it wasn't to be and that no matter how hard you would have tried, it would have always ended the same way. We knew that we were taking a gamble when Sparda suddenly dropped and passed away (we have NO idea how or why, but we suspect it could have been something to do with having the babies so young) leaving her remaining kitten without a mum.
We tried our hardest to rear Lucky and we almost succeeded, another few days and he would have been ready to wean on to solids. We'd got in to the routine of feeding, toileting and then leaving him in his nice warm place to wriggle himself in to comfort and watching him closely as he became less of our pet's child, but our own. The next day, we lost his father Dante as well which was a crushing blow for both of us, within the hour, sadly, Lucky went to be with his mum, dad and uncle Virgil and we were beside ourselves thinking about how much we wanted to save that poor little thing. I guess we were both devastated but afterwards, in a reflection, we thought that maybe this was for the best and it was a stark reminder that we humans aren't made to rear small children like that. He was so small and delicate, not a baby we could have raised ourselves in all reality. We at least managed to make his last day or so comfortable and he knew we loved him so much, but I then imagined that he would have met back up with his mum, his dad and his siblings and that made me feel a lot better about it all.
As for us, well we have adopted some new guinea pigs. Becky found them at Pets at Home and they needed someone to love them and take good care of them. Kadaj had been feeling a little lonely after a stroke took his cage mate, Gizzy, from us a month ago and well we had to pair him up with someone else as he was starting to act rather unlike they feisty little monkey we all know and love. The new pigs, one is a dark coloured Abyssian who Becky has named Gatsby, hes a little sweetie and loves to cuddle (and with all that fluff, he is like cuddling a small feather) whereas his brother who I have named Edward (after Edward Elric) is a tan coloured satin (he looks a bit like a smooth version of Gizmo) who is a little bit mischievous, but has discovered a love of pulling clothes and piercings (not unlike a certain black and white pig whose pawprints are still in my heart).
I guess that since Becky brought the two little monsters home, we have been so busy that we haven't had time to be too sad. It's funny when we look at them compared to the others, they are absolutely tiny and we have found out that Gatsby is quite the chatterbox. Kadaj hasn't been too bothered by his new charge and tends to let him snuggle in to him. In time we are going to watch as they grow and become all the more boisterous and we will always be there to give them plenty of love and affection. They don't mind their older cagemates luckily and they are settling in to our home very well.
I however do feel a lot further in the cause of beating this infection that has made me miserable for almost 6 months now. The Ciprofloxacin seemed to really take it back a bit and after 10 days of that I do feel a lot better and a lot more like myself again. I am hoping now that I can keep up with the progress and hopefully not have too many more hospital admissions this year, but the realist in me says that that would be probably asking too much of my body, so we're taking it as it comes again.
2 years ago