Goodbye my sweet girl

As you already know, Josh and I had the privilege of taking care of a sweet little kitten who we named Puff. We only had her for two weeks, but it really felt longer because we came to love her so much.

People ask us why didn't we just keep her, and the truth is I wish we had. Unfortunately our landlords would probably not be happy about us having a pet and Puff would have been pretty expensive, at least initially she would have.

I miss her everyday and Josh and I still have a toy of hers that we decided to keep to remember her. I have always been afraid of cats because of their claws and a lot of them bite, but since getting to know my friend, Adrienne's two cats I have become a pushover for them. When I first saw Puff she could barely open her eyes.

It was a very rainy Monday and her mother and siblings were no where in sight. I remember saying to myself "If I come home from work and she is still here I will try to help her".

I couldn't just let this tiny life stay outside in the rain with what looked like a very bad eye infection. When I got home from work, she was there in the same spot she had been all day. I picked her up in a towel and drove her over the Humane Society, but they were closed. I decided that when Josh came home we would get some food and I put her on a towel on our front porch. She slept on the mat outside of our door and when I walked out in the morning she was there waiting on me like I was her new mom.

I fell in love with her and the next day Josh took her to the Humane Society, but they were at capacity so they gave us a box some litter, and her toy. We kept her outside because she had too many fleas and the Humane Society said she was too young to de-flea. The following day I took her the vet to get her checked out because I was worried she would never be able to see. She did indeed have an eye infection and once the vet got her all cleaned up, he gave me the OK to bring inside.

It was a whole new world for her. At first she was frightened to walk around, but by the time we were getting ready to say goodbye to her, she had learned to climb and she wasn't afraid of anything, except falling off the arm of the chair.

And so I must finally say goodbye to my sweet baby girl. She was my little baby that would come poke her head out of the door and give me a look that said "come play with me", or "I'm hungry".

I will never forget my little baby girl Puff, whose name is now Powder Puff. I know that Josh and I gave her to a nice home and I know that she is happy and healthy. I also know that I couldn't get another kitten for a very long time because it would remind too much of Puff.

It's always hard to say goodbye, even when you know you are doing right by this tiny being.

We love you Puff and we will miss you!

God Bless,

HB