I was hoping I was through with losing babies this year but, unfortunately after fighting all his little life, little Henry passed to the Bridge last night. He came from a very sickly litter that I took on when they were a week old and we lost three of them very early on. Henry and his brother Monty seemed to have pulled through although Henry was always weaker and a sickly kitten.
Last night he took a turn for the worse and I found him collapsed in his pen. He passed away in my arms about an hour later.
I think he had a congenital condition that he was, realistically, never going to be able to fight despite his valiant struggle, so I must look on it as a release for him but it doesn't make it any easier.
RIP my little fighter.
Bryony, thanks for being with me last night otherwise it would have been a much harder evening to cope with.
I may appear to have been calm over his loss but I had a good cry once you had gone.
