I have to... vent, somewhere, I guess....
Today, these two guys were on their way to work, and they saw a kitten dart across the highway. They stopped, and caught the little one. They didn't have time to go to the shelter, so they brought him into my shop. I took him, and washed about a million fleas off. He still had a few fleas, because I didn't use flea shampoo, since he was soooo tiny. Palm of my hand tiny. Too young to leave his mom, TINY.
The more I looked at him, the more I decided he couldn't stay in the shop. He clearly had a serious upper respiratory infection, and was almost certainly wormy, and definitely in need of some sort of flea medicine. I left work, and took him to my vet, and told them what had happened. I went back to work.
I got a call a couple of hours later. The vet suspects that he was thrown from a car, since running over him would likely have killed something so tiny. He was bleeding from his nose, mouth, and rectum. She recommended that he be euthanized, and I agreed. Poor, little kitty. He never had a chance at life, and he didn't even have a name. I feel terrible for not giving him more, but there was no better option.
Fly free, little kitty.