Sadness and Heartbreak

As some of my friends know, I have three kittens from Boots, that we brought in when she was sick. Two of them are fine and healthy, baruch Hash-m. But the littlest, Squeak, has not been doing good for the last few days. A week and a half ago, shortly after we brought the kittens inside, Squeak had a seizure. But he seemed to get better from that. Yesterday, I took him to the vet because i noticed one of his pupils was all the way open and didn't close. He also didn't seem to be as active. He was never that active to begin with, but still, what little activity he had done was gone now. The vet said that what he really needed was an neurologist, but in all honesty, that would be crazy expensive, and there is no way, I'd put an animal through something like an MRI scan. It's traumatizing enough for people, and at least THEY know what's going on. So I brought him home, and he just has been getting worse and worse. I don't think he's going to survive the night in all hoonesty. He won't eat, won't drink, and he just lies there shaking. It's so hard when a baby animal that you've cared for is sick, will possibly die, and there is NOTHING you can do for it. So, that's why I'm sad, now you know the whole story.

Update: Squeak did live through the night, but when I went into the room the next morning he didn't seem to be doing much better. He was having trouble breathing and he still couldn't get up. We ended up taking him to the Humane Society. I felt relieved when we dropped him off because now it would be THEM making the decision and not me. We gave away Slippers the same day, but we are keeping Mittens.