Sorry if this is poorly written, I just had to write it down.
Well, it all started about 2 weeks ago. I went into my backyard and saw a cute little black kitten. At once I knew I had to have it. My Mom said absolutely no, being we already had 2 cats and a dog.
That didn't stop me though. I was going to catch the Kitten, and at least give it to a good family. The problem was the Kitten was really skittish. Every time I got near it would run away. The first thing I noticed was how vocal it was. It would just stay about 10 feet away from me, and meow meow meow.
Finally I got to the point where I could pet it, and I made the mistake of trying to pick it up. It clawed its way out and ran away. I just took this as a minor set back, and kept up with my constant barrage of taming. One thing that was a set back was my dog getting out and treeing the kitten. I was really scared for the Kitten, but it always managed to get down. Finally one day it was sitting on a low branch. I crept up and started petting it. It was purring and I attempted to pick it up. The Kitten struggled, but finally got comfortable. I took it to my Mom, and of course she started loving it. She told me we could keep it inside, I knew then that we were going to keep it.
The Kitten was scared at first and hid under the couch, but slowly it got used to us. It would come out and love us. It would chase my other cats around, which they did not like. I was in love, and so was my family. It would sleep in my bed, and always wanted to be loved. If you didn't love it, it would protest loudly with its loud meooooowwww.
My Mom went and got its first check up, and the Vet said it was healthy little 1 pound 12 oz. girl. I decided to name her Snickers. My little Snickers. I was so excited about the life it would spend with us. I was always scared about hurting it, because it was so small and fragile. It was about 7 weeks old.
Well one day I was sitting in the recliner. I was playing with Snickers. She was chasing my foot. My Mom asked me to get the boxes next to the recliner. The ones she had told me to take out 2 days ago, but me being lazy had said I'll do it later. I leaned over, and attempted to pick up the box. The box was pretty heavy, so I leaned over all the way. The recliner I guess lifted up at the wood base part.
I was always nervous about the recliner and the kitten. When I heard my other cat meow near the door, I thought it was Snickers. I was like "Where's Snickers?". I knew I was just being paranoid, but I actually couldn't see her.
Then I noticed the a smell ... things sorta got bad from there. I got up out of the recliner. Look in the recliner from underneath, and didn't see Snickers. Then I looked at the ground. Blood.
I started freaking. I circled the recliner, and saw the tail. The tail sticking out from underneath the wooden base. By then my Dad had gotten up. I flipped the recliner over. There was my little kitten. Snickers. Dead. Broken.
I just stood there. Horrified at what I had done. I got closer, and felt her for a heart beat. No. She was dead. My little angle, Snickers. Brutally killed by my own stupidity.
We buried her in my back yard. I picked a spot right next to the tree where I had tamed her. I had earned her trust. Loved her. Killed her. I picked up her limp body and kissed her. I told her I would miss her, and I was sorry. I put her in the ground and covered her up. My little angle, in the ground.
It has only been 2 days since then. I really haven't stopped crying. I feel so horrible. I think about the long life she could have had, and how it was all cut short. I don't exactly blame myself, but I wish it would have never happened.
I just keep having the memory of her dead body when I flipped over that dreaded recliner. Thinking if only I had know. I would still have her. I love you Snickers, and I will never forget you. I also don't think I will ever be the same.
For all the people out there, I just hope you will be careful with your kitten. Love them as much as you can. God works in mysterious ways, I just hope he has a purpose for what has happened to me.
