A friend of mine at work has a precious little kitten that probably won’t live through the weekend. He was a feral they found outside Keifer’s in downtown Jackson and brought home a few months ago. He’s only about three months old now, and she took him in to the vet yesterday afternoon because he was having trouble breathing. The diagnosis was that he has fluid built up around his lungs, which has caused his lung capacity to deplete to about 10 percent. His heart is now enlarged because of all the effort.
The vet drained the fluid but said there’s not really anything they can do to make the kitten better. They’re just making him more comfortable. Bless his heart. Bless Margaret’s heart. She and her husband never had children, but they have a 12-year-old cat that was just getting used to the idea of having a little buddy to tag along. They thought adding a new pet to the mix would help the eventual transition of losing the older one.
For those of you who are animal lovers out there, please keep Margaret and baby Tux in your prayers. As you can see above, he’s a precious little cross-eyed kitten who was just getting used to life inside a house and away from a dumpster. It’s hard to lose a pet no matter their age. My heart goes out to her. I’m sure this weekend will be a very long one for her.
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