
I never want to foster through a shelter again
I’ve fostered informally for years finding cats outside and networked them out to rescues. I haven’t fostered in around a year since moving into my new place and decided to reach out to my local animal center to volunteer as a foster. They reached out letting me know they had 3, 3 week old kittens needing a place to stay. I told them I work M-F 3-10pm they told me that was okay as they were moving onto mush. I’ve never worked with kittens this young but was extremely willing to learn. My boyfriend and I took turns syringe feeding every 2/3 hours. I called out of work multiple days because I wanted to ensure they were being fed properly. I immediately fell in love with these kittens, especially this orange guy who I named Stuart. About a week after having them, I woke up to find bloody stool all over the play pen. That was our first vet trip. We were told he was dehydrated and hypothermic (he had multiple heating pads) but they don’t know what caused the bloody stool and he was stable now. That day forward, he refused to take to the syringe KMR, the bottle, and he only ate kitten puree in very small frequent amounts. 4 days later, we returned to the emergency vet because I was worried about his weight loss. They told us that he was fine, the shelters underweight protocol was to make sure he ate 2 times a day and to weigh him twice a week. I scheduled an appointment with the shelter 3 days before he passed away because at that point he weighed 230 grams while his siblings weighed around 600 grams. They sent us home with him that day and said his energy levels were fine although extremely underweight and they gave him vaccines, I told them he was too small for vaccines and they told me it was up to the vet. Friday morning, he wasn’t moving. We rushed back to the emergency vet and they told us he was hypoglycemic which I anticipated at that point. They told me he should have been hospitalized when we took him in 2 weeks ago and he needed to be incubated in his current state but the shelter wouldn’t pay for it. I chose to drive directly to shelter from that appointment to show them how severe it had gotten and that I didn’t have the resources to provide the care he needed. They took him in, I told them if they could stabilize him we would take him back and even adopt him. They called me 3 hours later saying they put him down. This happened 2 weeks ago, I’m still just as devastated and mad. I tried to do everything right…4 vet appointments in the 2 weeks before he died and this was still the outcome. Everyone meet Stuart.