I
love my little kitty; he makes my house a home. he is my very
best friend; I never feel alone.
he
fills my heart with love . . .
Did
some breeder breed him, or did he fall down from above?
I've
never been a breeder, never seen life through their eyes;
I
hold my little kitty and just sit and criticize.
I've
never known their anguish; I've never felt their pain, the
caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.
I've
never sat the whole night through, waiting for babies to be
born,
the
stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn.
I've
never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands, this
darling little baby, who weighs but 60 grams.
Should
you do that instead of this . . . or this instead of that?
Alone
you fight and hope one day, he'll grow to be a cat.
You
pray he’ll live to bring joy to another family, and make a
house a home.
You
know it's all just up to you; you'll fight this fight alone.
Formula,
bottles, heating pads, you've got to get this right,
two-hour
feedings for this tiny guy, throughout the day and night.
In
your heart you know you're almost sure to lose this epic
fight, to save this little baby,
but
God willing . . . you just MIGHT.
Day
one he's in there fighting; you say a silent prayer.
Day
two & three, he's doing well, with lots of love and care.
Day
four & five . . . he's still alive; your hopes soar to the
heavens.
Day
six he slips away again, dies in your hands day seven.
You
take this little angel, and bury him alone.
With
aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan, you
ask yourself,
"Why
do this? . . . Why suffer all this pain?"
But
see the joy your kittens bring . . . it really self-explains.
So,
when you think of breeders and label them with
"Greed,"
Think
about what they endure to fill another’s need.
When
you buy a kitten, and with your precious dollars part,
You
only pay with money . . . they pay with a piece of their heart.
Amy
Wright
