Found a stray kitten last week. I brought him to the humane society and gave them a donation to sign up for the ANSWER program. It's where they follow up with you if the cat gets adopted, or, my concern; if it doesn't get adopted. I know they have to euthanize animals that stay there too long, and if that were to happen I would have gone back for him.
Turns out that neither happened. He was healthy there for a week, and then I got a phone call from them saying that one morning he just went downhill and died. He must have had some kind of congenital heart defect or something. The woman who called me said they see it a lot in kittens, but they don't usually go downhill so fast. Well, I was really sad. I bawled like he had been my cat for years.
We only spend 9 hours together, but he spent most of those 9 hours snuggled up around my neck. The dogs liked him a lot, and he wasn't afraid of them at all. I am a dog person, but the cat person in me came back out that night. I just fell in love with him.
The superstitious part of me of course feels like the kitten died because he loved me so much and I gave him away, thus leaving him to die of a broken heart. I tried to go back and visit him twice, but they wouldn't put him out with the public until he was big enough to be neutered, and he weighed less than their pound and a half requirement. I wish I could have spent more time with him, or that he could've lived a long life with a family who would adopt him.
I feel slightly crazy, of course, and think I probably need therapy for being so obsessed with my little rescue kitten.
Maybe I can learn to judge others less harshly for their crazy hangups because of this.
Here's a photo of how happy we were together:


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