24 hour old chick with legs and feet issue.

[Gezellige_Poes]

I'm bawling. That was very sweet, thank you. He is where he can run and jump and fly free. With endless soft scrambled eggs and a touch of honey. Where it's warm all day and cozy at night. He gets to play with all my birds who have been taken from me too soon.

I wish with all my might that he could have beaten the odds. Little Seal lived as long as my little Bailey, a tiny kitten I rescued from a family owned pet store, where the momma had given birth, disappeared leaving her kittens and managed to return to die on the doorstep of the store. By the time I happened on this store only two of the kittens were still alive. I took the most dire one, little Bailey, he was barely breathing. He was literally glued to my side for a week straight. I only put him in his little basket to shower. He rebounded amazingly well. I thought he had turned a corner, and then he died what appeared to be suddenly. All I can think of, is that his mom was sick with likely distemper and passed this on to her babies. None of the babies were able to thrive. Bailey was the last to join his family in heaven. I know the intensity behind what you did. It claims your heart, mind and soul,... and you would do it all over again in a heartbeat, and for any other peep who finds you who needs help.

 

[Beckys Birds]

I wish with all my might that he could have beaten the odds. Little Seal lived as long as my little Bailey, a tiny kitten I rescued from a family owned pet store, where the momma had given birth, disappeared leaving her kittens and managed to return to die on the doorstep of the store. By the time I happened on this store only two of the kittens were still alive. I took the most dire one, little Bailey, he was barely breathing. He was literally glued to my side for a week straight. I only put him in his little basket to shower. He rebounded amazingly well. I thought he had turned a corner, and then he died what appeared to be suddenly. All I can think of, is that his mom was sick with likely distemper and passed this on to her babies. None of the babies were able to thrive. Bailey was the last to join his family in heaven. I know the intensity behind what you did. It claims your heart, mind and soul,... and you would do it all over again in a heartbeat, and for any other peep who finds you who needs help.

I'm so sorry little Bailey didn't make it. I did something similar with an abandoned kitten whom I named Shade. She was a little black and orange Tortoise shell calico. She looked like she was laying under a shade tree and the sunlight through the leaves dappled her black fur. I even took her to work in a little critter keeper that I sat on a heating pad so I could feed her every hour. I worked at an auto parts store, so it's not like I was sitting at a desk all day. She would wake up hungry and the whole place knew it. All the guys were so adorable over Shade and caring for her, this tiny nursing kitten. Despite all the love, she passed on after a grueling 6 days. Everyone was devastated.
It's always so sad when they pass on. And you are right, it is intense, fighting to help something sick to thrive. It occupies every aspect of your life, and I will do it over and over again for any animal I bring into my life. I always have, starting with a litter of hamster pinkies in 6th grade. One out of 6 lived for 3 years. I named her Courtney Love.
My entire childhood I swore I would be a veterinarian, until I learned you had to euthanize animals. So I became heavily involved in rescue and fostering. Of all animals. I've got stories of some rescues I've done that should've put me in the Big House... but I don't know the statute of limitations.
I am not religious, but I am spiritual. I believe that we are here to care for those weaker than ourselves, those that can not speak for themselves. The ones that need to be protected. My calling are animals, and I feel it deeply. Probably because I didn't get the history autism like my dad or the math autism like my brother but I got the critter one. Mine is more fulfilling, though.

Anyhoo...
I have a cat screaming for his late breakfast. It has been wonderful talking to you.