I have a story I have shared with many. The history has been published in Norwegian Siorbaja ring's magazine.
I have posted the story on several forum and the people there thanks me for sharing this story with them. Therefore I will also share this story with you, who might not have heard it. It`s PiaMia you can see on my layout, she is a beatyful cat and this autum she is 5 years old.

On this photo, the kittens is one day old, the last kitten is not born yet.

PiaMia fought the battle

The story of PiaMias fight for her life.
On the 13 of August the litter I have waited so long for, is finally arriving. Mother of the litter is Legacy New Hope of Ziamizzimo(N) and father IC S*Blue Iam's Ehecatl. And PiaMia is their daughter.
The parents name at home is Hopy and Ezy. Hopy is a great mother for her little ones, she lies patiently with her babies. A beautiful sight, where mother and children seems fine. This birth would turn out to be a long one,two whole days before all the kittens where out. The last boy came a whole day after the others. In this litter there was 2 girls and a 1 boy. It's one of the two girls in this litter who would become my little ray of sunlight. She is already quite well known among the siamese enthusiasts, as my little pride : (N)Himmeltindens PiaMia.

I really wanted everyone in this long wanted litter to survive no matter what. But it would turn out to be a long hard battle about life and death. Because PiaMia wasn't strong and sound when she entered this world. She seemed weak and didn't try to feed from her mother. I tried attaching her to her mothers nipple, over and over again but she just slid of. This went on the whole first 24 hours. I thought she suckled and got nutrition, but the scale told a whole other story. She had lost so much weight that I started giving her powdered milk for kittens as support feeding. She slowly gained weight again, and my little " Pia mi" (means my little girl in Norwegian) as I called her became stronger and more active. She really wanted to live!!

Death Came Close Again

When she was one week old, it seemed like she got nutrition from mummy cat and I decided to sleep the whole night. Because I was exhausted after a whole week of feeding the kitten, every 2nd hour. But I shouldn't have, the next morning "Pia mi" lies lifeless in a cold corner of the basket. Mommy cat has understood that this one isn't supposed to live and moved her away from the others.
So there my little girl lies looking dead. I pick her gently up, screaming in grief and despair. That's when it suddenly moves in my hand again, she's alive! But just barely. I mix powdered milk in a hurry and she feed slowly, but she manages to eat in some way. We start again monitoring her 24 hours, because I don't want to loose her for anything in the world. The little unbelievable funky, quite ugly looking kitten. Her looks was far from the best.
The other kittens got eyes, but not my little one. She had got inflammation in her eyes and we had to drip medicine in them. I took a week extra until we got to see her eyes.
She was playful and docile back and forth. The vet said she would die it was just a matter of time. Therefore he meant it was best to end her suffering and put her to sleep. The Vet thought she had immune system failure and this she would struggle hard with. But I said that I didn't want to put down an animal that fought so bravely that "Pia mi" did. She would get the opportunity of life with me even if she wasn't completely healthy.

Second Horror of Fright

She was still alive when she was one month old but then she fell ill again. She had started to learn using the litter box and therefore got exposed to bacterias that she couldn't handle. Now she got her first penicillin cure. I thought that this time I will loose her for sure, for the first time she totally denied taking nutrition. She lay apathetic by her self in the basket. I could barely get her to feed a small amount of medication and nutrition. But just as sudden as she looked mortally sick, she became a wild and playful kitten again.
PiaMia was an active kitten when she was healthy. When it came to climbing the curtains and fighting her siblings she was number one. The others couldn't match her ferociousness and cleverness. She picked flowers, jumped up on levels where she needed help to get down again. She was more or less hyperactive when she wasn't sick. Almost as she wanted to make up for all the things she missed when she was sick. The time before first vaccination went very well. So both I and the Vet meant that she would handle the vaccination well. She was vaccinated at 12 weeks.

Vaccinations
She collapsed again, not eating or drinking. I had to start with syringes and force feeding yet again. But she pulled through and it looked like she would make it this time too. When it came to 2nd vaccine I was scared and just waited for her to fade away yet again. My worst fears proved right, she got sick again, even worst than the first time. But by now I was so emotional drain that I just thought "She'll pull through this time to" But it actually took three days before PiaMia eat normally and started moving on the floor again.
I was uncertain about the future. I wanted to show her, to breed from her. In a conversation with the Vet about how to handle her in the future, I got a prediction that the chances that everything would go fine was 50/50. Either this was a phase that made PiaMia stronger in her weak immune system or this was a thing that would continue the rest of her life. And if that was the fact, I wouldn't be able to expose her to places where contamination and bacteria flourish.

on this photo you can see the difference in size between brother and sister from the same litter.

Tight Bonds

The last time PiaMia was sick where after the last vaccine.
Both me and the vet thinks the danger is over. We both belive she is equipped with an amazingly strong immune system, due to the hard times she pulled throug.
PiaMia has fought for her life and I fought for her life along side her. Today when I sit here and admire this beautiful creature, I don't regret it. We have an amazingly tight bond me and PiaMia. She has to be where I am. If I'm away form her, she'll let me know that it was so not necessary to leave her. And if I'm away, I wonder if she's eating and drinking, if she's alright without me who became her second mom.
Life is worth fighting fore.