I don’t know why things happen as they do,
but it is comforting to know that god has has a reason.
It all happened about a week or two ago, a mother climbed into a van to have her kittens, sadly people can people can be cruel. The van owner was heartless as he killed the mother, only one kitten survived. We’re still not sure how he got away, but he lay underneath his dead mother crying, scared and alone. He was found by a friend and given to us. He was tiny and fragile. His were bearly open.
Yet he was still so strong in spirit. He was orange and white with a pink nose, no bigger then the palm of my hand. He was strong in the beggining, but as the days passed I noticed him getting weaker and struggled to keep him alive.
2 days ago as he lay wrapped up in his blanket, I held him and watched him take his last breath. We buried him in the backyard. He went to be heaven to be with his mother, to never suffer again. I will always hold him in my heart. He taught me alot about love and strength and will always be with me. I miss you always Buga and
will see you when I get there.
With love,
| Jamie and Chris |