RIP Tiger
It has happened again…..I gave my heart and it got broken.
A week was all that I had with him. A week of cuddles and tender moments and of playing hide and seek under cars.
I always smile when I come home and find him sitting under the neighbor’s car. His usual spot where we would feed him.
It took a while for him to finally be comfortable enough to come out and rub his cheek against my hand. In that precise moment, I knew he had his claws deep in my heart.
Sadly, the cruel fate that befall most cats living in the streets befell him. He was hit by a car. They found him lying by the side of the road outside our building. I can only pray that it was quick and he did not suffer.
Some nice folks buried him somewhere nearby. At least he wasn’t just chucked into a plastic bag and thrown into the dumpster.
Sometimes, I wonder why I continue to do it….it’s so painful to lose them, and I cry my eyes out every time that happens. Yet the next time I see a pair of big brown eyes, the next time a little kitty comes meowing at me, I know I will fall hopelessly in love and start the process all over again.
No matter how short the time I have with them, I know I had given them love and made them their world a little happier, even if I can’t take them in.
Tiger, you had a short life. But know that a lot of people here loved you and we are all gonna miss you so much.
