I fostered this cat for three weeks and he died this morning. He was found with a broken mandible and with FIV (HIV but for cats). They performed surgery and after he was done, I offered to foster him until he got better and they could find a permanent home. Due to FIV (I assume), his wound would not heal, and it kept getting infected. The lady in charge of this organization that saves animals would come over daily for antibiotic injections, I put vitamins in his food, and we put ointment on his wound. Nothing really worked, and last night, I saw him vomit and literally fall over. He did get up, but he had stopped eating at about noon (and only chicken, he ignored his cat food). When I woke up this morning, he would not move from his spot, and pretty soon, he was laying in weird positions, staring blankly ahead, and breathing was labored. The lady finally came and rushed him to the vet, but about an hour later, she told me he died.
I know there's no real blame, but I still can't help but wish I could've done something differently. Even though I only had him three weeks, I loved him and I hope he felt loved and cared for. I wanted him to live a long and happy life, whether with me or someone else, especially since he had been through some serious shit.
RIP Mishy, you were too good for this world. I wanted to include pics but I'm on mobile.