There was a kitten I was going to adopt .Everyday I would watch him on video. He had curly fur and a face that looked like a little Maine coon I fell hard for him.
He died of neglect from his caretaker. I told her to take him to the vet over and over. She didn’t listen to me.
The kitten developed a prolapse told her to get him to the vet now. Didn’t want her to dilly dally on it. I said to her get him up here she lives 2 hours away and I would cover her gas and take him straight to Dr. Cook.
Then she said it would stress him out too much to drive him for 2 hours and make him worse she put coconut oil on his prolapse as if that would do anything. I hate her right now.
I can’t drive. If I could I would have gotten that baby help on day 1. Then she video calls me to tell me he is dying. That baby was screaming in pain. It felt like he was saying I want to live . It triggered the hell out of me.I was crying so hard for him. I can’t get the images of him screaming in agony when he died out of my head.
Here is his precious face.
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