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  • My day off arrives and brings with it a new litter of young kittens we’re to look after. Three underweight six week old feral bundles of fur and teeth.. And a mountain of diarrhea.

    Caught out and looking like a fanny during their arrival as I’m expecting them much later on, our bringer of kittens finds me half naked in the front lawn trying in vain to tie a massive cushion to a tree using a belt and a resistance cord. I explain while throwing a t-shirt on that it’s a boxing thing and not some kind of weird tree bondage while she gives our gravy bummed cat along with it’s marked siblings a good wash in our kitchen sink. -Yeah, that’s what I thought.-

    Left to dry each of them with a towel I’m soon joined by a house mate sharing the same day off. The kitten I’m holding erupts again and needs another good clean in the sink, but mere moments into it’s second little bath things would take an unexpected and sudden turn for the worse. I’m asked to call for help now.

    Our kitten expert drops what she’s doing and comes to pick up our sick kitten and leaves with the other intern to see what the vet has to say.

    I’m joined by one of the girls who helps me to dry the remaining two kittens and we begin to play, cuddle and generally get to know our new purring bundles of awesome.

    In this particular case the phrase ‘No news is good news’ doesn’t quite fit and we do fear and begin to imagine the worst for our poorly little guy, but at least these two will help us forget the possible demise of their friend.

    We’re both sitting holding them in our arms listening to them purring like tiny machines when we’re joined by our friend who’s just returned from the cat hospital (that’s a real thing).

    “Put the kittens back in the cage, wash your clothes and hands. The kittens all have to be euthanized”.

    Fuck.

    They’d passed their checkup that morning, but they couldn’t be sure what was wrong with the sick kitten and so just to be sure they decided it was safer for the others we care for, that we take no chances and have these ones put to sleep. Harsh. Really f**king harsh.

    Working with animals. It’s going to happen from time to time that animals you work with will become sick, grow old and in one way or another pass on. You have to just man up and get on with it because unfortunately that's just life.. Or death as is the case here.
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