RIP Kitten #WordlessWednesday

Her last portrait.
~May 26 – June 26, 2018
She gave it all she had.




I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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  1. John Holton

    June 27, 2018 at 8:00am

    I’m so sorry. I know how terrible it is to lose them so early.

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  2. Dan Antion

    June 27, 2018 at 3:00pm

    I can’t like the this post, but I can offer you my heartfelt condolences. Thank you for trying and for giving her a few more days.

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  3. Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt

    June 27, 2018 at 3:25pm

    So sorry. You gave her the best possible chance. Not everything is fixable. I won’t forget Baby, a runt of the litter, scrappy, adorable kitten my daughter’s godparents had when they rescued her pregnant Siamese mother – and kept. Baby’s heart couldn’t handle her little body’s growth.

    Glad you have a picture. To go with your big heart.

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      Marian Allen

      June 27, 2018 at 4:19pm

      I’m sorry about Baby. Incredible, how such a tiny thing can take over your heart so completely in such a short time.

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  4. acflory

    June 28, 2018 at 3:13am

    Oh Marian…and Poppa. She was loved. -huge hugs-

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  5. pm laberge

    June 28, 2018 at 6:02am

    My sympathies and condolences. I am so sorry for this. Another angel got its wings.

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  6. joey

    June 30, 2018 at 12:54pm

    Oh bless.
    I am sorry.
    And now, must tell you the story of Lola.
    When we lived in Georgia, we were commissary shoppers. The com had bag attendants. Our favorite was Kyong. She was about ten years my senior and she doted on my little girls. She was always sweet and cheerful and we loved her.
    One day we were walking into the com and this lil black and white kitten came out of the shrubs. Marian, she didn’t weigh a pound. She stood there shaking and mewing. Just rattling with ache to be loved. I swooped her up. Just heart to heart, I felt it.
    Kyong came out and told me that someone had abandoned a litter of kittens and she’d been trying to feed them, but that the com didn’t want that, so she wasn’t sure how long the food and water stayed out and she was worried about getting in trouble. She said she didn’t know what became of the other kittens, this last one was all that was left.
    I took that kitten home. I took her shopping with me, tucked her right up like a baby, and took her home.
    I made an appointment for the vet the very next day and took her in, where all 12oz of her scrawny, flea-ridden body was examined. I was to bottle feed her water and kitten formula and to give her a teaspoon of wet food daily, like a baby. The vet said if I could keep her warm and keep her bowels moving, she might make it.
    He also told me that because of the storm the night prior, I’d saved her from certain death.
    I thought my timing was perfect.
    My heart still had a Felicity Kitty shaped hole in it and this kitten and I, we needed one another.
    We were advised to hold her as much as possible. WE DID. We did all the things the vet said. When we did not hold her, she lived in a cradle with a heating pad taped to its side to keep her warm.
    Our whole family held that kitten all but when we slept. The second night, she passed. Sassy was grief stricken, obsessed with death for weeks. It was really hard on her. She was five and it was the first death she was cognizant of.
    Marian, I did not want to tell you this story last week, when I saw the precious. There is always hope. You know, as I do, that even if you did not save a life, you filled the last days with love and warmth. Sometimes that’s all we get.
    I believe in kitty angels, too.
    I’m so sorry for your loss, but so glad you loved Daisy.

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      Marian Allen

      June 30, 2018 at 3:50pm

      Thank you for not telling me when we had hope. We knew the odds were against her, but she was such a fighter, we thought she might just make it. It wasn’t for lack of trying on her part or on ours. Charlie slept on the couch, with her on his chest. The only time she was out of his hands was when she was in mine. But the parasites won. My greatest consolation is that we interrupted their life cycle, so sucks to be them. Charlie is inconsolable.

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