I cried for a little tiger kitty this morning. She got hit by a car, out on the busy road where we live.
‘Probably heard a bird across the street, early in the quiet morning, and decided to cross the street.
Like she’d done a hundred times before.
The kitty actually might not have even had a home since we’ve heard that neighbors up the street had been feeding her and giving her a bed under their porch for a while now.
Still, I want to acknowledge her life.
A life that deserved some tears as it passed from the world.
I’ve been kissing my sweet Marmee all day since, so glad she’s here, with us still.