As fosters, we try so hard to save each and every one of them. But we can’t save them all. This page is a tribute to the fosters that I’ve lost.
Lyric died when he was just three days old. I checked on Harmony and the kittens in the morning, and he was just gone. I don’t know what happened – it might have been a congenital defect, or perhaps he just wasn’t strong enough. I am sad for not getting to know him and watch him grow up, and for the life he never got to live. You can read the post about Lyric and see all the pictures of him here.
Bandit came from the pound along with her four litter mates. She and her brother Bounce were very sick. I tried everything to save her, but I was too late. You can read the tribute post to her here.
Eva became my permanent foster after I learned she was terminally ill. We never did find out exactly what was wrong with Eva, but she had recurring anemia and no amount of treatments or medication could get her red blood cell count up. Multiple vets believed she had aplastic anemia. She had such a sweet look in her yellow eyes – a look that I was never really able to capture on camera. I had her for longer than any other foster cat – almost nine months – and probably was more attached to her than any other foster. I wrote a tribute to her here.
Jet Puff died after just three short days in foster care. Like Bandit, he had coccidia and he was too weak and thin to survive. I think the most heartbreaking part of losing those little ones was that they were so close to safety. So close to rescue, so close to treatment, so close to the chance to feel healthy. You can read the tribute I wrote to him here.