Goodbye Thunder

The day began with me not rested, Huxley wanting out, and Coco wanting in so we got up and attended the animals and had coffee. Usually, Isabella's kitten hears us and crawls out of her bed looking for his breakfast. Not so this morning. We found him in her bed, but he was gone. Jack wrapped him in a piece of cloth and took him outside. When Isabella got up an hour later, she was upset though not at as weepy as I had expected. Perhaps it was because she knew he had been really sick and even though he was much, much better, she also knew he had gotten really weak and frail.

Oddly enough, yesterday when we thought he was going to pull through, she finally named him. For two weeks, he has just been Tiny Black Cat or TBC. She named him Thunder since he was stormy colored, and Jack added Black Cloud so he could retain his TBC moniker.

So on a morning when the sun really wasn't up because of the dark clouds and the wind was cool, still in sleep clothes, we walked down the slope and dug a hole. There were iris bulbs hiding in the dirt there. After a teary eyed daddy buried his little girl's kitten, we left the bulbs at the surface. Rain fell lightly as we walked up the slope as we all three cried a little.

You were a good kitten Thunder Black Cloud.