A couple days ago, Brynn's kitten, Delilah, got out. I heard her yowling and checked outside and found her clinging to the door, her claws bleeding and blood coming from her mouth. She was cold and limp and raspy for over an hour, but I wrapped her in a blanket and snugged her, and between me holding her and Princess licking her face constantly, she came around. Got up, drank water, ate, played with Princess like normal.
Brynn adores this kitten and was upset when she got home and discovered something had gotten a hold of her and she had been hurt. She snugged and loved on her, and Delilah ate up the extra attention. Every day when Brynn gets home, Delilah comes running, climbs whatever is closest to Brynn and jumps onto her shoulders, then hangs out there, purring happily. She is wherever Brynn is when Brynn is home, sleeping in her bed with her, loving on her, being very un-cat-like and utterly devoted to Brynn.
This morning, I woke up super sick, throwing up, the whole nine yards. Princess always hovers when I am sick, so I was not surprised when she started doing her howler monkey thing while I was hugging the porcelain god. It did occur to me though, that it was unusual that she wasn't laying on my legs or whatever part of me that she could lay on. She was freaking out, running between me and the living room, so I followed her out and saw that Bunny had climbed onto the couch where she could reach the kittens tail. Delilah is always very patient with Bunny, never scratches or gets mad, just waits until she can escape, so I wasn't surprised that She was just laying there letting Bunny yank on her tail. When Princess jumped onto the back of the couch and kept crying, I went and checked on Delilah, who wasn't moving. She had passed. We did not know that she had something wrong inside of her, she had been acting so normal. Princess would not leave her side for two hours. Even after I wrapped her in a towel and set her in the garage, Princess stayed by the door and mourned her little friend. She finally came and laid in my lap, but she is still shaking and has tears in her little eyes. I haven't told Brynn yet, and I can't imagine how devastated she will be, she adores that cat as much as that cat adored her. Such a sad morning.
