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This kitten that I tried to save passed away late Thursday afternoon. I was there when he breathed his last breath. From the day I first saw him, I knew he would not survive outdoors because he was so timid, so I kept him in the apartment. In the apartment he remained a quiet kitten, not like the typical ones that run here and there or bounce up and down with unlimited energy.
He was meant to be an angel all along. My only consolation from this grief is that he did not die alone in the street. At least he felt a human's love, a human's touch. In his very short life, I did love him.
This photo was taken Thursday morning before I left for work. I don't know why a sudden gloom washed over me so I played with my other cats which normally I had no time to do before work, and carried this kitty in my arms while I sang him songs. I did not know this was his last photo.
Run free, my little one. I purposely did not give you a name because somehow I knew you wouldn't stay with me for long as I was already looking for a new home for you. But I regretted it. You are my angel. So, goodbye Angel. That is your name, and that is how I will remember you. You have earned your wings.
This was him on his first few days in the apartment:
I am emotionally tired. This is my 3rd post in this thread for this year and I feel I've had enough.
He was meant to be an angel all along. My only consolation from this grief is that he did not die alone in the street. At least he felt a human's love, a human's touch. In his very short life, I did love him.
This photo was taken Thursday morning before I left for work. I don't know why a sudden gloom washed over me so I played with my other cats which normally I had no time to do before work, and carried this kitty in my arms while I sang him songs. I did not know this was his last photo.
Run free, my little one. I purposely did not give you a name because somehow I knew you wouldn't stay with me for long as I was already looking for a new home for you. But I regretted it. You are my angel. So, goodbye Angel. That is your name, and that is how I will remember you. You have earned your wings.
This was him on his first few days in the apartment:
I am emotionally tired. This is my 3rd post in this thread for this year and I feel I've had enough.