I haven’t written anything since the birth of the kittens, probably because writing of this would have made it too real.  Tyler had a congenital problem, which he may have been able to out grow and live a normal healthy life. But he didn’t.  He deteriorated very quickly yesterday and we had to put him down this morning. If he suffered it was only these past 12 hours.

If I had unlimited funds, I may have done more, and it may or may not have helped.  But I don’t, so I had to make difficult decisions. I hate making medical decisions based on how much room I have on my credit card.

Because I had to give him so much of my attention over these past few weeks, I became very attached.  I figured he would be the one I would keep.  He was great at climbing, especially up my pants and shirt, and wrestling with his siblings, but he would tire quickly and then just sit and watch the others. He had a great fun personality, always coming up to greet me when I came into the room.  He lived just 47 days and today only weight 1.2 pounds.  I will miss him greatly.

Not exactly the best pic of me, but a great one of Tyler