Update: My kitten has passed away.

After my shift today, I spent hours with her. I noticed she would relax and lie down when I was close, but even in her weak state, whenever I tried to leave she would force herself to stand and follow me. So I stayed with her, talking to her, assuring her that I was proud of her, that she was doing great, and that someday we’d meet again. Within those moments, she would reply with small, weak meows that broke my heart.

Eventually, I was exhausted and went to sleep. Four hours later, I checked on her and found she had passed. I was devastated, and I can’t help but feel guilty that I wasn’t there for her very last breath.

I buried her beside her mother and brother, who also passed from this disease, and placed her toys with her. I just hope she’s at peace now, reunited with them where no pain can ever reach her.