my dear friend and i had adopted a kitten together...the mother had run away so we took it in...his name was Stevie Jr. or Pocco...he was 4 weeks old...
last night he died...
i have so many pictures of him on my phone...everytime i opened my phone there was my baby...
now hes gone...
i know he was just a cat...but he was a kitten...4 weeks...it makes me think of a human baby...like a an 8 year old...how little they have experienced...how excited they are at the new things...
think about yourself...and the things you want to do and have done...that younger child who has died will NEVER know whats it like...
to love or be loved...of course by the parents and friends they were loved..but not by a husband or wife...im feeling really deep atm...
theyll never drive...theyve only gone sledding a few times...only been in a pool a few times...only been loved for a little while...not been held enough...
the only thing i would envy of such a young child...is that they have not experienced pain like most of us have...they are innocent and (usually) sweet...the horrors of this world have not affected them like it has the older people...

he was my baby...and ill miss him...

-Rae