My tiny little 7 week old bottle baby Smudge just slipped away over the rainbow bridge..
He never thrived after being dumped on a rainy night in a cardboard box..
I was always drawn to him because he was the underdog.. he held his own against his stronger brothers and never hesitated to push one out of the way of food.
I nursed him throughout the nights of the past few days and he spent the last 48 hours in intensive care in the vets.. but despite all hopes and efforts.. and much love.. when the vet turned around.. he was gone.
I went to collect him and he looked so small compared to the 6 week old kittens in the next cage.. vet thinks a vessel may have burst during a seizure last night..
He was such a sweet baby, and my last memories of him alive are sitting up in his box purring happily as he was carried away from me.
I miss him so much already and he is on my lap right now.. still warm..
I will bury him beside my childhood dog Finn. He died when I was 12, he was aged 16, and had always been my protector.. now he can be Smudge's protector.
It is a lovely spot.. in the heart of Wicklow, the Garden of Ireland.. in one of my grand aunt's fields, under a shady tree which will never be disturbed by 'development' because the fields will always stay within our family..
I hope his life.. though short.. was happy..
Rest in Peace Darling Baby.. you are sorely missed by all you knew..
He never thrived after being dumped on a rainy night in a cardboard box..
I was always drawn to him because he was the underdog.. he held his own against his stronger brothers and never hesitated to push one out of the way of food.
I nursed him throughout the nights of the past few days and he spent the last 48 hours in intensive care in the vets.. but despite all hopes and efforts.. and much love.. when the vet turned around.. he was gone.
I went to collect him and he looked so small compared to the 6 week old kittens in the next cage.. vet thinks a vessel may have burst during a seizure last night..
He was such a sweet baby, and my last memories of him alive are sitting up in his box purring happily as he was carried away from me.
I miss him so much already and he is on my lap right now.. still warm..
I will bury him beside my childhood dog Finn. He died when I was 12, he was aged 16, and had always been my protector.. now he can be Smudge's protector.
It is a lovely spot.. in the heart of Wicklow, the Garden of Ireland.. in one of my grand aunt's fields, under a shady tree which will never be disturbed by 'development' because the fields will always stay within our family..
I hope his life.. though short.. was happy..
Rest in Peace Darling Baby.. you are sorely missed by all you knew..