I had three.
Three perfect, beautiful kits.
Stonekit
Mistykit
Mosskit
One was taken from me.
The cold took her.
My youngest daughter,
Mosskit
My heart had been ripped,
from my chest.
My sweet innocent kit.
Gone cold,
never to take another breath
to forever play in the stars.
I will miss her, with all my heart
with all my soul
with all my being.
My heart breaks again.
As I remember her bright blue gaze
her playful attitude
her zest for life.
I wonder if her littermates
Stonekit
Mistykit
I wonder if they will remember her
I know I will.