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R.I.P
Angel you were 6 weeks old, barley
knew me, but yet loved me.
I was in the process of nursing you myself like you were my own
child,
but you were just a kitten. I had you for a week, in that small
period of time
I grew closer to you, it was like having a baby to myself; until
it became time
you started getting sick. We were going to take you to the vet
Monday, 5/6/13.
That day I came home from school my mom was bawling, I looked at
her and
ran to my bed room. There you were, you were laying there on my
blankets gone..
Your precious blue eyes were open, and your mouth was open, but
you wasn't breathing.
I've never bawled so hard in three days like I have since
your death. I can't remember ever
crying when a family member has passed on, so why did I bawl so
much over a 6 week old kitten?
Because, she was like my own child, I was in the process of
nursing her, and giving her all the love &
attention she needed. I gave her everything, I blame myself for
her death.. But it wasn't my fault that
she had Feline Leukeima.. She suffered the whole weekend &
then gave up on Monday.
Jesus, take care of her. Please.♥
nmf
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