Let me start off by saying that my head knows I'm being ridiculous. My heart, however, is entirely a different matter.

One of our cats had kittens about 10 weeks ago. Gray tiger kittens. Every single one of them is adorable. They are full of get up and go, except for the Wee One. He has been sick but improving. We have been giving him extra care and medical attention. Last night, his eyes were all gummy but he was happily purring away while sleeping on my husbands chest (while he was sleeping too). They were so cute together...so cute that I got the camera out and took pictures. Before we went to bed, I cleaned his eyes and put him on a large dog bed with 2 of his siblings and another kitty. He didn't feel as warm as he should have and I thought the body heat from the others would make him more comfortable. This morning, my husband told me that the Wee One had passed and that 2 of his siblings were sleeping beside him when he found them this morning.
   I am so sad about this little kitten. He was fighting and improving. I was rooting for him. I know that he had something wrong from birth but I loved his spirit and will miss his sweet, little self.
   Rest in peace Wee One. I'm glad I got to share in your life.