Hi Everyone:
The day before yesterday, we lost one of our kittens. My husband was going downstairs. As he took the first step, he stepped on the head of our tabby kitten. I hear my hubby crying out and didn't know what was going on. He told me it was our kitten Jack, who had been lying on the step. My hubby didn't know he was upstairs. Our roommate brought the kitten downstairs and it was a horrific sight. I knew his skull had to be fractured. There was so much blood! We were going to take him to the emergency vet, but he passed away in about 5 minutes. I think that he was gone before that, though. I'm just thankful that it was quick. When they took the kitten to be cremated by the emergecy vet, I decided to mop up the blood. My husband didn't want me to see any of it, but I didn't want him to have any more trauma because he blamed himself and the roomate blamed himself, too because Jack had ran upstairs and he didn't take him back down. Jack has three othe siblings that are black & white. We are all so paranoid now. We don't ever want this to happen again.