July 23rd, 2013 4:56 pm. My baby was taken from me. I miss her so much. She died of Flea Anemia. She was doing better just last night, and in the morning. I held her all day, letting her sleep in my shirt. She was so thin. Then I set her on the couch to sleep, and she had a hard time breathing. Her eyes were open, but when I touched near them to see if she would close them, they didn't move. She couldn't even look at me. She gasped and twitched with every breath she took. I held her close, feeling her heart beat until it came to a stop. Ethel was my kitten, I knew she was mine the moment I met her. She would be seven weeks tomorrow. My sister buried her in my backyard, to the right of the crack in the concrete. I wanted to dig her back up and hold her. Why would anyone want to take a baby? Instead, I made my way upstairs, turned on the water in the shower and sat in there, clothes and all. I yelled at whomever is in charge up there, calling names and begging for this all to be some horrible nightmare. My sweet baby girl Ethel, was taken away from me because of some stupid ******** bugs. Bugs! Everything hurts. My heart feels like someone ripped a huge chunk out and left me to die. I never want to feel like this again. I just want to be someone else for a while. Maybe forever. My baby is gone. All gone. My sweet Ethel.
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