Chloe's sickest kitten (named Nui Wawae which literally means big foot in Hawaiian due to his swollen paws) didn't survive the night. I sat with him until 3 this morning syringe feeding him and trying to get him to nurse. His breathing was labored and he frequently cried out. In my heart I knew he wasn't going to make it, but I kept telling him I wasn't going to let him die, as though my sheer stubbornness could prevent the inevitable. I named him and I loved him, and I reluctantly returned him to his brothers and sister and mom so I could get some sleep. I got up at 6 to find that Chloe had moved him, and he was gone. Nui, go play at the rainbow bridge with Kuai and Koke your siblings who passed before you. Say hi to Annalyssa for me, and tell her that not a day goes by that I don't miss her. Know that on this earth I did all that I could for you and that in your short 14 days with us you were loved.