My heart skips a beat in my chest. It's so fragile. I so badly want it to survive, but I have very little idea of how to care for it, and the slightest misstep could be deadly.

I think. "Stay there. I'll be right back." I run for an old hot water bottle and wrap it in a towel so the kitten can use it for warmth while we drive to the vet. They'll know how to check the kitten for anything life-threatening and to tell us what to do. I breathlessly explain to Kazari that we are going to the nearest vet, so could he sit in the back with the kitten and try to keep it safe during the trip.