In September 2014, when Little joined my family, I knew that he needed me. He was so tiny, abandoned in a dumpster, and sick. I knew that he needed me to take care of him. I knew that I was meant to be his fur-mama. And take care of him I did. Every day of the four and half years of his very short life. And even with my broken heart I would do it all over again.
After Little passed away I adopted a kitten. His name is SlickMonkeyBob (continuing a long line of crazy names!). And I feel guilty. Really guilty. Like I am somehow forgetting about Little or disrespecting how much he means to me. But the truth is that I cannot and will not forget about Little. My heart would never let me do that.
My friend, Ellyn, tells me that the heart always has room. That our capacity to love two legs or four is infinite.
But it’s what my sister, Susan, said that struck me the most. Little needed me then. Slick needs me now.
I would never have voluntarily chosen to be parted from my Little. Never. I had no say in the matter. I couldn’t do anything to save him. My beautiful Little is gone. But my capacity to love and provide for a fur-baby that needs me is not.
I love you Little. I hope you can see your crazy brother and know that mama loves you.
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