Originally Posted by OldRightHander
Well, the little guy gave up the ghost this morning, sometime between 6:00 and 7:00 am. At 6:00 I heard him meowing and I went over and he was sitting outside the litter box where he had just done his business. I picked him up and held him until he calmed down and then put him back in his bed. I woke up at 7:00 and he had passed in his sleep.
I'm not sure what did him in. He was eating more and getting more active each day and then he just expired in his sleep. I take some comfort in knowing that we gave him a much better life for the last week than he would have had if we hadn't found him, but it doesn't make it any easier. He had grown quite attached to me, and me to him. This is a rough day.
I just read this thread, enjoying what you had done for the little guy. I hated to read that he had died.
Last year we took in three abandoned kittens near our church. We bottle fed them. One eventually died but the other two survived. We gave one away to friends and kept the other, named "Princess" by our youngest son. Princess is still thriving more than a year later.