Tonight I reached for my chest
Realizing that the little scratch you gave me
So sore and pained when I first received it
Has went away
And I have no idea whats wrong with this earth
Why you had to be so young, defenseless
Taken away and barely six weeks
Your softness was such a blessing
So tiny, framed in fur of snow and brown hues
Loved so tenciously
Loved till your sweet, virtuous end...
I have recently lost a kitten that my family had adopted the day before Christmas Eve. Her name was Lula-Bella. The most perfect little creature you could imagine. Shandy would've loved her. I was told that I'm still in the age of receiving things in my life, but as of late it seems that every new thing I start to love recently has been ripped away.
Wintry.