(Just a little warning/note, this is a dramatic rant about my kitten. If you don't want to read, that's fine. I don't blame ya, cause I'm sure I wouldn't read this either, but if you want to, be my guest.)
One of my kittens is going to die today. My adorable fuzzy gray one....
My mom accidentally broke his neck in the freezer. His head was in the freezer, about to lick it as he always does, my mother shut the door, but she didn't see him, and then his neck broke... Of course I don't blame or hate my mother of this happening, but it's just heartbreaking.
There are two scratches on my left foot from the kitten trying to climb me. I traced them with a sharpie to make sure he will not be forgotten and I knew that he was a special little boy who was going to live a good life.
The memories we had with him. When me and my sister would play together, he would be sitting between us in the living room, watching us play. He would even be hitting our fingers with his paw whenever we moved them to press a button.
He was a beautiful kitten that we cherished so much. Please rest in peace.
R.I.P Buzz the Fuzz
(May 23rd 2020 - July 15th 2020)
I know this happens a lot to people, but it just hurts so much everytime.
The fact that my birthday is in 5 days, it's just so painful.
I know, I'm being dramatic. I'm talking like a kitten's death is like my grandfather's death, but I don't care.
I've now concluded that 2020 is the WORST YEAR EVER, and not just because of this, but because of COVID-19 and racism.