Last Wednesday, August 19th, I met a kitten.
He was found at my work and had nowhere to go. My husband and I decided to take him in, but only temporarily. We will find him home later. We called him Kit, which was short for kitten.
Kit looked very weak. Vet said he was severely dehydrated besides having other health conditions. After receiving a fluid therapy, he perked up a little. I heard his sweet purring. Let's get better, sweetheart. But next day, something looked wrong with him. We rushed to the vet. They tried to save Kit, but his body was giving up. I could only cry and stroke his body. He was gone.
Kit was only about eight weeks old. Why couldn't I save him? I hope my tears help his innocent soul. My husband suggested that we adopted Kit, so he didn't die homeless. I agreed, Kit is our family. Brother of Goro & Niko.
Thank you for reading this story, and knowing that he was here. No life is meaningless. With his tiny body, Kit fought for life bravely. Although the time we spent together was way too short, we will remember him forever.
This week we received Kit's ashes. He is home.