Rest In Peace Little Ferral Kitten

This morning I went to the gas station to pick up a few things. On my way home I noticed his little limp body in the grass in the median of the street across from our house. I didn't even know his name yet. He has been a brave kitty, coming to feed every few days. He would wait until I went inside and I would watch him from the window. He was still a kitten, about 7 months old I would guess. It breaks my heart knowing that he never had a home to call his own. Rest in Peace little kitty.

Here is a pic of him from about a month ago.


There is another kitty that looks just like him that lives around. For the longest time I didn't know that there were two because they look like twins. A few nights ago I discovered that they were not the same cat when they were both fighting in the street outside my house. As far as I could tell they were "mating" or about to so I tried to break them up. Now there is one.

Rest In Peace Kitty. You were a good kitty and god knows that sweetie. *tears*

You will be loved in the Summerlands, baby. Play in the sun, eat your fill, and be loved. Rest in peace.

RIP sweet little one

You join good company, and there is a special boy's lap waiting for you that is just your size. RIP little one, I am sorry you had such a hard and short life. You deserved so much better. I hope you never saw it coming.

RIP little :angel2:

Awe...poor little baby. I am so sorry.

The poor little baby... I KNOW he is in a better place now--where he will never be hungry or lonely or cold... Your post is almost exactly like the post I put in here about the "abandoned little kitty". I feed the little feral kitties who live on the edge of our town, and also, give cold water on the hot days, warm water on the cold days. I found one of the little kitties, dead on the road, not too long ago. I picked him up gently, and buried his poor little broken body, and cried and cried, as I felt that his life HAD to be worth SOMETHING. I put some roses from my garden, on his little grave, and cried some more. I guess, because his life was one of such abandonment--and my heart aches for ALL those little abandoned kitties who never asked for such a harsh life.... You will be blessed for your kindness. I know it.