06/17/2026
Godspeed Mini, may the next life be kinder than this one to you.
Maybe the bright side is my heart been crushed these past two weeks into so many pieces that maybe there’s nothing left to break anymore?
I haven’t talked a lot about our dwarf cats because honestly, I wasn’t sure they were going to make it in the first place. Theyre now almost 7 weeks old, and I was getting cautiously optimistic that they may survive into adulthood. Me being me, I get worried when a rescue gets unusual or disabled animals as there’s no shortage of people that are waiting to exploit them or post them online for money making freak shows for views, and I’ve always been highly selective to who these cats go out to
They went to the vet again last week as we still weren’t gaining like I wanted them to. In the four weeks that I’ve had them Mini has only gained 3 ounces, despite having a clean bill of health and presenting as normal at vet. Wheat is finally starting to get a little bit bigger, and at least finally gaining some muscle. Our plan was just to continue to try and carry on until we can’t
Mini was a little bit slower to get up this morning for breakfast but still hopped up and ate normally. At lunch, it became clear that we could no longer use our body properly. We couldn’t upright ourselves or pull ourselves out out of our cat bed. We could barely scoot around and did reverse circles.
I dropped everything I was doing and went into triage mode, finding no obvious culprit.
I’m pretty sure I sat on the floor for a half hour arguing with a god who doesn’t listen, as I immediately knew in my heart what the outcome was going to be.  I knew there was nothing we could do but thought our medical team might have a Hail Mary and everyone told me exactly what I knew that this was a genetic nightmare to begin with, and that it was only a matter until something went wrong that was going to cut his life short.
Rule number one that I’ve always had in doing this is that I will never let an animal suffer. Usually that translates that I get to cry myself to sleep and take on that suffering, but that’s the price we pay to love animals.
I’m sure the Internet will tear us alive once we post this to the public. They’ll ask us why we didn’t run to the emergency vet and throw thousands of dollars at diagnostics, when even our vets didn’t know really what to ask for other than basic imaging, which was all going to show us the same thing that her eyes did that this dwarf cat was not going to be compatible with life. Between the inbreeding and rampant diseases that runs through Feral colonies so many of these cats don’t even have a chance by the time their feet hit the ground.
Minnie had their favorite snacks, and got all the snuggles, and got told what a good kitty they’ve been, between my snotty, angry, cursing at the world that lets this repeatedly happen to animals, and still doesn’t give a damn enough to spay and neuter. 
I’m tired, and it’s showing. And I wish I didn’t have to continue to bring bad news to the Internet, but this is real animal rescue this is what happens when a society doesn’t give a damn about animals that it leaves behind.
