► Bad things happening to you is not drama
So, a few months ago, my dad and mother-in-law got a female Balinese kitten. They named her 'Bliss', and she was the epitomy of kittenhood: cute and good-natured.
Now, we live on an acreage here and our direct neighbours have two dogs. Last night, I guess Bliss strayed too close to the boundary fence; one of the dogs caught her, pulled her through the fence, and killed her. We weren't outside with her, but we're pretty sure what happened - there's a furrow in the ground under the fence, muddied with a bit of blood.
When my dad was out looking for her when she didn't come in, he saw the owner of those two dogs carrying a bag to the bin, and asked him if he'd seen Bliss. She was in that bag, and he'd planned to just throw her in the dumpster and not tell us what happened. We buried her about ten minutes later. She was still warm. While tragic, I barely felt a thing last night.
But let's go back a little way:
Three days ago, we got a call off the breeder that we got Bliss from. The people buying her brother had backed out, and he needed a good home. We picked him up from the breeder, and named him Cosmo. For two days Bliss wouldn't have a thing to do with him, as much as he wanted to play. But yesterday afternoon, she actually started playing with him. They were tearing round the house, having a royally good time before Bliss went outside in the evening.
Today, all day, Cosmo has been searching the house for his playmate, meowing, searching behind the furniture, scratching at doors. Five minutes ago, he came and sat at my feet, and looked up at me, and meowed just once. And I looked down, and he was actually crying. This little kitten, no more than a third of the way to fully grown shedding a tear for his friend at finally understanding she's gone.
I didn't feel a twinge at my heart last night when I saw a cat buried, white fur soiled with blood and urine. And I'm crying right now for this kitten.
