Fourteen years ago I buried my baby girl, Maggie May, after she was born too soon. I knew my life would never be the same. The pain I felt was not even describable. A month after I lost her, my then Husband came in the door with a kitten whose eyes weren't even opened yet. I was angry. I just knew there was no way that a kitten that young would not survive without his mother but the kitten was abandoned. Soon, my heart began to soften and I gathered everything I would could think of to take care of him....bottles, formula, warm packs, a kitty tent. Amazingly, he lived and very soon as he grew and I became attached, he became a ray of sunshine and actually played a big part in my recovery and helped me see the beauty in life again. Obviously, Im not comparing the death my child with the death of my pet, but his presence saved me, literally, until today. He got gravely ill recently and Little Kitty died today. I feel like I've lost Maggie all over again and Little Kitty too. The emptiness and pain is so overwhelming that I cant remember how to even breathe properly.
“…Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” – Kabil Gibran