Today I lost one of my fur babies.
He came into our lives so suddenly and unexpected. His mother was a stray that wondered to my mothers house who is my neighbor by the way, and she had kittens there. She gave birth to 3 and one died after being born. The others who I took under my care after their mother left was a solid white female I named Daffney and a bob tail tabby I called Fella. I tried very hard to get them to stay inside but they were born outside and spent the first month or so outside with their mother. They both ended up getting back into the outside world. They loved it. We live in the country in the woods so they had plenty of roaming space and spent their days playing. Fella was very special, he loved to be held and talked constantly. He use to sit outside with my hubby while he did yard work. Like to ride in the car and on peoples shoulders. He ocassionally came inside for visits but never stayed in long. This morning he wondered to the road and was hit and killed by a car. My poor baby. He was with us for over a year and stole a special place in my heart. Oh, how I wish I could have gotten him to stay inside. We buried him next to the wood pile where he was born and where my mother's dog Brittany is buried. Brittany loved cats and Fella loved to cuddle with dogs, so they will be together at the Rainbow Bridge.
