Dear Kristen and Grace,
Losing a kitty is a heavy emotional toll.
I have had the almost exact loss happen as did Kristen.
Grace, it is an easy miscalculation of time...
I have done it before and I hope that it revives the wonderful rather than the hurtful in Kristen.
I'm hoping that it does, as I was moved to comment in memory of ' Vern ' that blessed black and white Sylvester looking kitty who was so beloved by our guests at a little mom & pop motel in Florida that they took it upon themselves to don him " The Mayor of Holly Hill " a suburb of Daytona Beach.
Vern was struck by a car at around 3am while I was on the property listening to the radio.
The cops came, and I did not know it was him.
A strange man pointed in my direction, but at 3am it really was not safe for me to find out -- talk about guilt.
The next morning we discovered it was Vern with half of his body dead and the other half alive.
Through my tears after he lay there from 3am to 9am I dutifully took him to the 24-hr. vets were it was the humane call to put him down.
We retrieved the body and buried him with the tombstone handmade " The One and True Mayor of Holly Hill " because of his compassion toward the downtrodden and disenfranchised people in this area.
Well, since then each and every one of our animals and ironically many of our guests have been outcasts and refugees.
Blackie the kitty passed on Connie and my watch from natural causes.
Tiny was lost to a vehicle but was brought to us on a cold rainy day in an army jacket.
Now we have Daisy Mae, Squeaky, Dusty, Cocoa and Freddy to keep us company.
Goodness those critters have expanded our heart to love even though that same heart has to be broken several times over to make it bigger.
Love,
Burt & Connie
