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I found you alone in front of the post office and popped you in my purse. Little did I know that you were a special delivery straight to Pop's heart and you left your stamp on mine as well.
Such a fragile being crawling with fleas- yet you didn't resist the baths and the treatments to get rid of the nasty beasts. When you screamed at the vet, you sounded like a Bobcat, and I think I knew then that something was horribly wrong. I have had many a kitten get their blood drawn, but no one kitten ever prompted me to throw open the back door of the clinic and demand to the staff- "what the hell are you doing to that kitten?"
When you died today, I felt like you fell off a cliff into a crevice and I couldn't reach you. I don't know why you failed so fast, why your liver gave out- at 2 months old you should still be growing and thriving and sleeping on Pop's shoulder. He will miss you most and when he realized you were gone he wept. Sweet Totem, Pop doesn't weep very often. For a brief moment in time, you brought Pop back to life.
Fly free now sweet boy and know that you were loved. I did my best, I tried my hardest but sometimes, trying isn't good enough, vets aren't smart enough and angel wings are earned earlier that we would like. I will hug you in my dreams and I will see you someday and then never let you go-
Such a fragile being crawling with fleas- yet you didn't resist the baths and the treatments to get rid of the nasty beasts. When you screamed at the vet, you sounded like a Bobcat, and I think I knew then that something was horribly wrong. I have had many a kitten get their blood drawn, but no one kitten ever prompted me to throw open the back door of the clinic and demand to the staff- "what the hell are you doing to that kitten?"
When you died today, I felt like you fell off a cliff into a crevice and I couldn't reach you. I don't know why you failed so fast, why your liver gave out- at 2 months old you should still be growing and thriving and sleeping on Pop's shoulder. He will miss you most and when he realized you were gone he wept. Sweet Totem, Pop doesn't weep very often. For a brief moment in time, you brought Pop back to life.
Fly free now sweet boy and know that you were loved. I did my best, I tried my hardest but sometimes, trying isn't good enough, vets aren't smart enough and angel wings are earned earlier that we would like. I will hug you in my dreams and I will see you someday and then never let you go-
