rescue attempts

My mom's friend found 3 tiny, two week old kittens on Wednesday, and needed someone to kitty-sit them while she went to her art show over the weekend. My mom volunteered (probably on a kitten high from baby Billvis Jay Purray).



They are so small and helpless and malnourished. Their eyes are barely open, they're just learning to nurse from a bottle, and need to be hydrated via IV. The two pictured above are in fighting shape. But unfortunately, the sickly runt passed away tonight.

I didn't think I could feel so sad over an animal that I knew for basically 5 minutes. But damn. I'm bottomed out. Maybe it was because he was so small and sad looking and I knew his chances weren't that strong. It's just too bad.

I'll be hugging my own little rescue biddy extra long (whether he likes it or not) and maybe even feeding him more canned food than he needs. 

Today's been such a shitty day :/