Both Scully and Rory have passed to the Bridge. The kittens had severe motility issues, unable to pee or poop even with stimulation. Scully did not even have the energy to strain. Rory after the third day, I could finally feel him try to strain, but at that point, he was so bloated and tight that what came out looked like mini petrified rabbit pellets.

Initally, I thought these babies were found in a field, but later trying to find answers to what they went through, this all took place in a cul-de-sac! The momma was killed in the initial attack. How the uterus got displaced and the individual sacs were scattered around is a mystery and no one is talking. The owners apparently are only concerned with smoking pot and drinking beer. How this all happened in their front yard with no one seeing or hearing anything? Who knows..

All I  know now, is the two are no longer in pain and suffering. They did not die alone, they died in my arms. They knew love, warmth, the taste of food and compassion. They did not even make it to their week birthday. This should have never happened, but it did. I did my best for them. I gave them Love. Thank you to those who gave their prayers, time and contributions towards what I was striving for- a full life for these wee ones. I am so sorry it was cut so short.

Poor kitties were so exhausted after feeding, they would just curl up in my hand and go to sleep.. This is the last living photo I took of Rory. The next day after this shot, God called him Home.