I Knew It Was A Longshot

The odds were not in Tiger’s favor, not at all, and I knew it but I had to try my best to help him anyway because trying meant he had a chance to make it while he faced certain death if we did nothing.

Tiger had a good day yesterday, and rewarded me in the evening by purring a little and leaning in to my caresses when I pet him, but he was sluggish at his overnight feedings (I hoped he was just sleepy) and he was weak in the morning. I did everything I could to try to save him, but he was so little and so young to be without a cat-mom.

Tiger just crossed the Rainbow Bridge a short time ago. We knew him less than 48 hours, but we loved him. I am sad but I know he had one good day; clean, dry, safe, warm, fed, and loved, that he would not have had otherwise. Sometimes you can beat the odds, often the odds will beat you, but try your best to ease suffering when you can anyway.


With the arrival of puppies and kittens following quickly on the heels of some unexpected financial obstacles, I am holding a fundraiser to help meet the expenses of veterinarian visits and supplies. Please consider helping, if you can, and prayers are also welcome and appreciated.
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2 thoughts on “I Knew It Was A Longshot”

  1. Well done, Mare. So sorry about the tears. It’s almost like I knew something was wrong. I went to bed last night celebrating and woke up with the tune from Fiddler on the Roof stuck in my head: “…Swiftly go the years, laden with happiness… and tears.”

  2. Our time with pets is always too short. Heartbreaking as this has surely been for you (and, vicariously, for us), to have these two tiny kittens not make it, I think it is truly wonderful that you did give them what you could for as little time as they had. Bless you for that.

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