Nutka’s body gave up… she passed away in my arms 💔

Tiny Nutka was dropped off by someone at the place where I come every day to feed the street cats. She wasn’t here before, and she certainly didn’t come here on her own – she’s too small and weak for that. She is shaking all over and barely hanging on to her little black paws. An ordinary black, not very pretty kitten, such as many are born and die on the streets every day.

I took the baby in my hands and only then felt how skinny she was. I had the impression that Nutka weighed almost nothing, and through the thin skin I could feel exactly all of her ankles.

All this happened late in the evening, when the clinic is already closed. I had no choice but to take Nutka home.

Nutka’s eyelids in one eye were completely stuck together with pus, so that they wouldn’t open at all, so I started gently washing them with warm water, removing the dried pus. Suddenly, the eyelids flickered and a huge transparent ball popped out from between them! This sphere must have once been an eye… It was terrible, I had never seen anything like it before. I was completely terrified, I didn’t know what to do. But I had no choice but to wait for the morning to come and the clinic to open.

To top it all off, in the poop that Nutka had made, I saw live worms….

After examining Nutka, the doctor said that what was left of the eye – that big ball – was no longer an eye. The infection had destroyed it completely and turned it into just such a translucent creation. This remnant of the eye must be surgically removed as soon as possible, because such an infection can spread to the entire body in no time. Then the baby will no longer have a chance.

However, the doctor says Nutka is in a very bad general condition at the moment and may not survive the anesthesia. In addition to the infection, she is dehydrated and emaciated and her body is poisoned by a terrible infestation. Therefore, the surgery must be held off until Nutka’s overall condition improves at least a little.

Nutka was given a strong antibiotic to prevent the infection from her eye from spreading to the rest of her body. The doctor gave deworming medications and hooked up an IV to keep Nutka watered and fed this way. I’m supposed to come with her every morning and evening for IVs and examinations until her condition stabilizes enough for surgery.

The doctor is unable to say for sure at this point whether baby Nutka will survive. Therefore, he warned me that the cost would be high and the outcome of the treatment uncertain. He asked me to rethink my treatment decision.

But what else could I do? How would I tell tiny Nutka that her life is not worth so much money? That she is just an ordinary black, not very pretty cat that no one will miss? And that’s why she has to suffer and die…. How could I look in the mirror afterwards?

Please help me raise the money needed for Nutka’s treatment and surgery. I know that it will be difficult to raise them, in fact, because Nutka is neither pretty nor cute. But she is still a baby. Sick, suffering and lonely. Let’s not let her die. I ask you from the bottom of my heart for every contribution, even the smallest one.