I lost a wonderful pet Sunday morning, and the sad part is she wasn't mine for long.  I never mentioned this here, but one of my cats had 5 kittens about 9 weeks ago. 4 were big and healthy, 2 orange, 1 tan, and 1 a plump Siamese looking thing, but one was small and sickly. Her eyes were infected, she chocked when she ate, but we had a special bond and she was a fighter. I named her Lion, for I was convinced she would end up being the biggest and strongest one day. She loved being sung to, especially the "Boat Song" by JJ Heller.
       Eventually she found her voice, her appetite, and my shoulder where she loved to perch. She would turn and softly mew in my ear as if telling me a secret. She slowly got better at eating things, she began to grow, she got round, and adventurous, she was even learning to play with her siblings, something she really struggled with since they were 3 times her own tiny self. Sadly her life came to an abrupt stop. We found her very weak, struggling to draw breath, and I knew it was goodbye. I had seen this once before. I stroked her body and told her how very loved she was and an hour later she was gone. Buried in the cardboard box I had made into a bed, with her little plastic dinosaur she actually had no interest in, and it was over. I miss her very much, and so does her kitty family.

                      

The Secret Voice