I woke up and was wide awake this morning at 6am for apparently no reason. I knew something was wrong with one of the kits. I don't know how, but I just
knew. I went to the cage and felt around in the dark into the front left corner and found what I knew would be there. E.J. the first kit, born as a breech birth, was lying on his side, away from Kizmet. I tried to put him back under her and she groomed him a bit then ignored him. That's when the sinking feeling started in my stomach.
I pulled him out and warmed him back up and he was reluctant to do anything but lay on his side in my hands and occasionally squeak. I kept rubbing him and warmed up some goat's milk to see if he would eat. He took a drop and that was it. He wouldn't take any more. I immediately picked up the phone and woke poor Sassy up ... nothing that we tried worked. Something was wrong and I guess it was out of my hands.
The only thing that I can figure is that he was injured either during birth because it was a breech or Kiz unintentionally hurt him during the night. Three hours later at 9:15ish, he died quietly in my hands.
This was my first kit and my first litter and I lost him. It just doesn't make sense -- he was the largest of the three, was running around and being very active yesterday afternoon. I'm trying my best not to blame myself, but it isn't working well.
The other two kits are healthy and active as little monkeys -- they're my comfort through this. I left them with my mom and came to Christi's, and I have every confidence that they'll be fine. I'm going to put up a memorial for him in the memorial section, when I'm able to write what I want to write.
For now I'll just ask that you keep Kizmet and the other two babies in your thoughts and/or prayers.
Kramer
with my hubby Richard
you can't get me
