Poor kitten...
So yesterday I was taking my dog Snoopy out for a walk while my family was away...I walked down to the park near my house and Snoopy pulled off towards the gutter and started sniffing feverishly. I looked, and saw fur. I stepped closer and found that it was a little black kitten...dead.
Poor thing...I imagine he was struck by a car and made it to the gutter just before passing away. He had no collar or tags, but didn't look emaciated or anything. I couldn't tell if he belonged to someone or not. He hadn't been gone long...maybe a few hours at most. He was still soft and limp. He looked like he was just sleeping.
I took Snoopy home and came back with my car and a towel. I picked him up and wrapped him in the towel and set off for the animal shelter. Of course it was closed, and I thought I may be able to leave him in the overnight cage, but they're also closed Sunday and Monday, which would leave the poor thing there for 2 full days. All the animal hospitals were closed, and I didn't know what to do.
So Amado and I went to my house, where he dug a hole next to Socks' burial place, and I buried the kitten there. I gave him a name: Smokey. It doesn't really have a particular meaning. I had a kitty named Smokey once that looked similar, with dark black/gray patterns, so it just came to mind. Come to think of it, Smokey died by getting hit by a car as well. I don't even know if the kitten was a boy or a girl...I didn't think to check. But either way, at least little Smokey had a proper burial, some love and caring, and a name. Not to mention, a very honored spot near my beloved Socks.
Poor thing...I imagine he was struck by a car and made it to the gutter just before passing away. He had no collar or tags, but didn't look emaciated or anything. I couldn't tell if he belonged to someone or not. He hadn't been gone long...maybe a few hours at most. He was still soft and limp. He looked like he was just sleeping.
I took Snoopy home and came back with my car and a towel. I picked him up and wrapped him in the towel and set off for the animal shelter. Of course it was closed, and I thought I may be able to leave him in the overnight cage, but they're also closed Sunday and Monday, which would leave the poor thing there for 2 full days. All the animal hospitals were closed, and I didn't know what to do.
So Amado and I went to my house, where he dug a hole next to Socks' burial place, and I buried the kitten there. I gave him a name: Smokey. It doesn't really have a particular meaning. I had a kitty named Smokey once that looked similar, with dark black/gray patterns, so it just came to mind. Come to think of it, Smokey died by getting hit by a car as well. I don't even know if the kitten was a boy or a girl...I didn't think to check. But either way, at least little Smokey had a proper burial, some love and caring, and a name. Not to mention, a very honored spot near my beloved Socks.