On a blisteringly hot day in August, we discovered a tiny kitten at the edge of life. She was sick, could barely breathe or open her eyes due to a terrible upper respiratory infection, had a big bloated tummy from tapeworms, and was covered in fleas on every inch of her tiny body. We really didn’t think she would survive the night but knew we couldn’t leave her there to die. So we wrapped her in a towel and took her home to a gardening pot to see if a miracle could save her.
We stayed up all night, feeding his formula and tuna juice with a dropper and trying to give him strength. At 7 o’clock in the morning, she was still alive and we jumped in the car to rush to a nearby vet. At only 8 oz, the amount of medication we could give him was small, but the vet prescribed antibiotics for the eyes and lungs and prescribed “doses of steam” 3 to 5 times a day to keep his open airways. His chances of survival were very low, but my husband and I were determined now – this kitten had to live Open next Page to See more