Today I am super sad.
I found a newborn kitten 3 days ago while walking with my dog and we tried to save it by feeding it milk and keeping him warm. But the mama had abandoned him in the middle of an asphalt road and it had beened raining so when we found him he already had a cold.
Hed been making a good recovery then suddenly got bad and became really weak and unable to breath properly. He passed away last night and we will make a tiny grave for him today.
I read that only about 30% of abandoned newborns survive their first weeks. So we knew he might not make it but what can I say? He reminded me a lot of my old cat, which died of 14 years. So I became very attached to the kitten right away.
So, today I will mourn, like if I had given birth to a baby...