Found a baby by a chair,
Near a bookcase,
So little want to be big,
Eyes full of death,
I cradled my little love to my heart,
I thought of my baby sister Ellen dying alone,
Had a long tear full conversation,
Told him nit to due,
Not to leave me,
Told the baby of his life and the fun left to have,
Places to employer,
Trees climb,
Of my.heart breaking fir my sweet little love,
Lastly of that if his life was ended,
His spirit always had a place with me,
Found one of Snugglers kittens on the floor by a chair. Barely moving last night.I held the kitten and cried the babies’ eyes were full of death. I held him until the babies heart was stronger. Laid him to sleep in a kennle. Just discovered in his agony he had moved from his bed to the back of the kennle. One is being affected by his mom’s cold. First thing I’ll be at the vet . I have kitty litter coming tomorrow , haven’t seen pay for Ruth’s books which I will borrow, need to get anti botic into mommas and kittens, or all will die.
As an empath all life is precious,
I have experienced many deaths,
It always breaks my heart,
Not less devastating because if a baby kitten or human. Both rips the fiber of my heart.
Val Whitewolf 