I don't even know how to start this post. I'm trying to type through floods of tears. It's 2am. Winnie just left for The Bridge.
About 4:45pm yesterday, she had a seizure. My daughter immediately took her temperature and it was 105.1. Just one hour earlier, she had eaten a small meal and was purring. We raced off to an emergency vet visit. She was given an injection for the fever and a stronger antibiotic. Since my daughter can give subQ fluids, the vet sent us home with enough for 12cc twice a day to prevent dehydration. We came home hopeful. But Winnie got more and more lethargic. She had what we think was a series of mini seizures.
From the moment of the first seizure in the late afternoon, somebody held Winnie every minute. She was never alone. We took turns holding her. I took her at about 11pm and I was sitting in the recliner with her just now when she died. It feels like my heart will break. This never gets any easier!! I want to scream.
I'm sure I wouldn't be writing this if it wasn't for the unbelievable outpouring of support from all of you who read Winnie's story. I'm sick, and the tears keep pouring, but somehow knowing all of you cared about little Winnie even though you didn't know her brings me some comfort.
I knew this could happen. I've been doing this for too many years. But every time, I want to believe this tiny baby that never had a chance will somehow pull through and end up being loved for a lifetime. All Winnie got was one day.
I can't post a picture of her right now. She deserves to be admired and remembered. I can't believe I could be so in love with something I met less than two days ago. She had a gravelly little meow and she purred constantly. She didn't like the lights off and she wanted to be with a person continuously. She was a little individual - a precious little soul. An angel.
I wish for all of you who are checking in to see how Winnie is doing that I could have given you good news. I know this will dampen spirits. I wish I only had happy endings to share. What I do want to say is how much I appreciate you stopping in and reading Winnie's story. Thank you Amy and The House of Cats for directing all of these wonderful, caring people to my blog. The way the rescue happened was practically a miracle. Unfortunately, it was not to be for Winnie to stick around. A piece of my heart goes with each little one I lose. Winnie took a big chunk.
In less than four hours, I will be loading the six puppies into a crate in my friend's car to be taken to where they will meet their transportation to a no-kill shelter up north. Every time I foster, it's hard to let them go. But I know this is their shot at getting forever homes. I'm afraid (today) saying goodbye to them is going to be even harder.
Winnie - Farewell.