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We rescued a kitten 3 weeks ago. He was in bad shape due to his severely broken leg, but he was doing better until a few days ago. He passed during the night in his little Superman pose nestled in warm blankets and I am devastated. I miss his little face, and how his paw would hold my finger. How he'd crawl into my hair and fall asleep on the nape of my neck. He was so tiny but feeding him all the time and taking care of him was so important to me. I miss his nose. It was two-toned, black and white, and split down the middle. I loved him so much and I am so, so heartbroken.
I should've sang to him more.