my little foster, Mal, died today at the vet clinic. I am heartbroken. Him and his litter mates came to me two weeks ago with uri and diarrhea. They were all on medication and while the other ones started getting better, little Mal perked up for a while and then started going downhill. Last week I took him to the vet with another baby and seemed to get better. Monday I took him back to the clinic as he was lethargic, not eating or drinking. They did sub q fluid and changed his medication, but his little body was giving up. This morning he was cold and lethargic. Took him back to the clinic and he was on an IV and they kept him warm and comfortable. I got the call about an hour ago where he passed on. I went to get him and we buried him in the yard. I will miss the little guy. He was my shoulder cat. There was nothing he liked more than being held and be in my shoulder. He was a beautiful baby.
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He was a little cutie pie. It has to be so tough to watch a little one fight to survive but just not be able to at a certain point. 
