Tonight after three days Ben ate more then water,
Wanted to sit watching the gang play like he use to, he nearlt smiled he is three months old,
Thought I was done loosing my babies,
Ben is so cold,
No heat,
Can’t wash my sleeping bag have no drier,
Pooped on and peed on,
Keeps Little Ben and me warm,
His brother out with the older cats,
Honey got out twice today.
I caught her,
Ben has escaped my arms three times,
Not like any I have ever loved watlnts to due on the cold uncleaned floor,
Penny never rented the Walmart steamwr so I could clean my floor,
He is fighting to die,
I want him to know I love him ,
I want him to fight to be alive,
To stay with me until my blue eyes go dark,
I have placed my little Ben,
Mythree month old Ben in his kitty RV,
So when I drift asleep next time he won’t go back to that Godaweful horrid cold floor to die,
I was having a visual, colorful dream and woke,
Ben was back on that horrid floor,
Bastard death have taken so many I loved with my whole heart,
The fucker will take my Ben too!
I will keep his brother safe, I hope,
How can animals and people not know me and that I loved them,
That they devestad me by not knowing that and forgeting who I am,
I need them,
I don’t give anything but the best,
I give my heart,
Sevrn a.m.
Ben’s still alive,
Heart beat still,
Lot of pain ,
927 am really cold,
Heartbeat strong,
215pm in town getting milk replacer fir Ben,
No phone nor internet,
Good thing I know where the hot spots are.
Now no gas,
See you all next month,
Ben lost his fight with desth at 830pm,Saturday night,
It was a Mohomid Ali fight to survive,
Little three month old Ben lost,
Grandma Val will forever love him for sweet fellow he was,
My heart is empty,
Val Whitewolf 