When I think about Little, my mind quickly and automatically comes to the very same conclusion: Little was a perfect little soul.
It is not always a certainty when you adopt a fur-baby that their personality will mesh with the hooman. Fur-babies are like people - they have their own personalities and quirks. So when we bring those previous balls of fur into our homes we never truly know what we are going to get. Will they acclimate? Will they get along with our other fur-babies? Will I get along with them? Will they use the box???? It's always a gamble but a gamble definitely worth taking.
In Little's case, he was perfect from day one (not in the "box" area but everywhere else!). Because Little was so sick, all he wanted to do was be held, be cuddled and be loved. And I only wanted to protect him so I was perfectly willing to do all of those things. Weighing less than a pound for the first few weeks, it was an incredibly easy task to carry him around. He fit in my hand or, if I actually needed both hands to do something, he was just small enough to fit on my shoulder. We bonded in those first few weeks in a way that I had not experienced before Little, and may or may not experience again in my life.
And it was that bond and those few weeks that set the tone for our time together. By the time Little was 3 or 4 months old he was fully "my Little b". He was my shadow and my very best-fur-friend. He slept on the pillow next to my head and it was his little face that I looked most forward to seeing at the door every single day.
I believe that our fur-babies have personalities, feelings, and souls. I believe that some of our fur-babies have bigger personalities than others, express their feelings more demonstrably than others, and that every living being has a soul. I believe Little had all of that and the most perfect soul. He was perfection.
Little loved his momma. And his momma loves and misses him. I hope I never stop.
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