Doesn't the title say it all?
Midnight II died a few days ago.
As a matter of fact, I found his body just as I brought home a kitten from Darren's house so that Midnight wouldn't be so lonely.
Ironic, isn't it? Now my new kitten, Tux, is all alone. But don't worry, I am sticking by Tux as best I can. Now she's sleeping on my lap as I write this.
The world's a funny and strange place.
Midnight II had something wrong with him, something internal, and that was the end of him. He was sick when we got him, apparently. I didn't notice. I was blinded by love and out of practice. I hadn't been around kittens much at all for years, I didn't remember how playful and active and curious they were supposed to be. How could I have not expected this death, not prepared myself for it as I have with all of my previous pets that have been sick? Somehow I've twisted this all so that I can blame myself, though I know it isn't my fault.
I'll miss him. The short time we shared was special.
Much ♥love♥ Midnight.
~TARA
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