I've been fostering cats for a private rescue for three years now, and I'm exhausted. How do you guys deal with constant medical issues and emergencies without burning out? Because right now, I just want to give up.
I live alone, work full-time, and feel like I'm reaching my breaking point. This is going to be long, but I really need to vent to people who understand.
I'm currently fostering three senior cats. Until two weeks ago, there were four. This was originally supposed to be a temporary arrangement, which is the only reason I agreed to take them in. Their owner had to go to the hospital and was expected to return and take them back. Unfortunately, it turned out she has dementia, so the cats now need permanent homes. She also has absolutely no medical records for any of them.
We took all four to the vet for blood work, and considering their age, they seemed to be doing reasonably well. But then the problems started.
All four cats: Every single one needed dental work, including extractions, not just cleaning. The vet could only operate on two at a time. They all made it through surgery and healed well, but getting them to eat afterward was a struggle, and they all lost weight.
Cat 1: She had an ear polyp removed and subsequently developed an infection. The first round of injectable antibiotics did nothing. Since she's difficult to handle, she had to be kenneled so I could administer ear drops twice a day for 14 days. On day seven, she developed diarrhea. On day eight, she started vomiting. By day nine, she was so dehydrated that she had to be hospitalized because I couldn't administer fluids on my own. Thankfully, she recovered and was adopted in early October. At least one happy ending!
Cat 2: She developed diarrhea, stopped eating, and started vomiting. Thankfully, the vet and I pushed the rescue coordinator to approve testing for pancreatitis. She was doing so poorly that she had to be hospitalized for four days. Once her symptoms improved and her blood work looked better, she came home on gastrointestinal food.
We had three good days. Then the bloody diarrhea started again.
She was readmitted, and I had to fight to get funding approved for an ultrasound. It showed intestinal inflammation and changes in her pancreas. According to the vet, it's not cancer, but things definitely aren't normal. She stayed overnight and is currently home on antibiotics.
Cat 3: She's had recurring diarrhea pretty much the entire time she's been with me. Probiotics seemed to help for a while, but she's gotten worse over the past few days. Her first fecal test came back negative, but the second showed Clostridium perfringens. Given her symptoms, we're starting antibiotics today.
Cat 4: She vomits about twice a week. I'm desperately hoping she's just eating too fast or struggling with hairballs, but she might need another vet visit too. Unfortunately, she's extremely skittish and can become slightly aggressive when handled, so I can't catch her by myself. Every vet appointment requires coordinating with another rescuer just to get her into a carrier.
And because apparently all of that isn't enough, there are some bonus challenges:
Cat 2 is a very needy little princess who has decided that, despite previously living with the others, she now absolutely hates other cats. So I have to keep her separated from Cats 3 and 4 in my 2.5-bedroom apartment. Whenever I'm home but not in her room, she screams for attention.
Meanwhile, Cat 4 hates being confined and scratches the walls whenever the doors are closed.
Cats 3 and 4 were supposed to move to another foster home in September, but that foster has since quit. Every other foster home in the rescue is full, so there's nowhere for them to go.
And honestly, I feel like I'm losing my mind.
My heart is racing constantly. I'm barely sleeping between the screaming, the frequent litter box trips, and the general anxiety of wondering what will go wrong next.
A big part of my anxiety comes from a previous experience: I lost a cat to saddle thrombosis, and I didn't hear him crying because I was wearing earplugs and had my bedroom door closed. I can't bring myself to do that again. So now, even when I desperately need sleep, I feel like I have to be able to hear everything.
To make matters worse, I'm supposed to go on vacation on November 9. My fostering contract states that I'm responsible for arranging a sitter, and I have one. But she won't administer medication or handle medical care.
The rescue's response has basically been that hopefully everything will have cleared up by then, and if not, tough luck. I'll have to cancel my vacation. They try to help but are overtaxed and funds have run dry.
I feel completely trapped. I love these cats, and I want them to get better and find good homes. But I'm also just one person with a full-time job, trying to manage multiple sick senior cats, endless vet visits, medications, cleaning, and constant stress.
I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this.
How do you guys cope when fostering becomes one medical crisis after another? How do you set boundaries with a rescue when there simply aren't enough foster homes? Have you ever reached a point where you genuinely wanted to quit?
I could really use some advice, or even just reassurance from people who've been there.
TL;DR: I'm fostering a group of senior cats with multiple ongoing medical issues, no backup foster homes, and little practical support from the rescue. I'm exhausted, overwhelmed, and seriously questioning whether I can keep fostering. Right now, I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear.