Unfortunately my Maggie, the sweetest kitty ever, passed away very recently from kidney issues.
It broke me beyond belief. She was one of my babies and letting her go was the most painful thing I've ever had to do. I felt like I was drowning everyday in despair.
I'm away, so I wasn't there for her. I felt awful. Like she would never forgive me, and I would never forgive myself.
A week later, my sister was home alone at night. We have a house, with a garden. Next to us, on the right, another house. And next to us, on the left, an empty lot (full of weeds and plants). We live in a dead end street in a quiet neighbourhood. So we always recognise the cats that appear on our street. So that night, my sister was alone. No new cats were seen in our area. And she starts listening to a cry. A cat crying. She though it was one of the child cats we help in our garden (there's a family of cats we feed and give a place to sleep in our garden). So she went to our garden to see what was going on. She saw all the cats we knew but the crying wouldn't stop. So she peaked to the empty lot next door. There, in the middle of a dark night, was a black baby cat. Really really small. This baby was probably not even 1 month.
It came out of nowhere. And my sister found her. A black baby cat in the middle of the night, in an empty field full of weeds.
We kept her. We can't help but think it was Maggie giving us a sign. Telling us thank you for being such a great family. Thank you for having me all these years. And now that I'm not here, help her. She's alone and she'll die without help. I trust you to help this baby like you helped me.
Am I going too far? Do you think it was her saying thank you and I'm ok?
I believe so. And the kitty is now getting really attached to my sister. She's always trying to climb up my sister. She drinks her bottle every 2/3 hours. And she's getting healthier and healthier.
Thank you for reading