19/05/2020
I've been putting off making this post because I wasn't in a good head space for most of the day. And most of you know already.
There's something to be said for fighting a losing battle. You know the odds are against you, but you just have to try. I can't fight them all, nor would I attempt to. So why did I choose to fight this one? I honestly don't know. Something about this little girl really spoke to me.
Little Bit was the bravest cat I ever knew. She never once acted like anything was wrong. She played like a kitten and ate like a champ. She would cry when she was hungry, or made a mess, or just when she wanted to be held. One of her favorite things to do was climb onto my shoulders and perch for a better look at the world around her.
Everything was new to her and full of wonderment. She made me wish I could spend one day as a kitten and see the world the way she did. I smiled when she was happy, soothed her when she was upset, laughed when she acted goofy.
I always made sure she had enough food, cleaned her when she p**ped, and washed her little blankets when they were soiled so she'd have a clean, soft spot to sleep at night.
She was deeply loved. Not just by me, but everyone who knew her even if they never met. She will be equally missed by all.
We love you, Little Bit. We will never forget you.
In memoriam:
Little Bit
18 May 2020
Age 7 weeks