kitty

So our little kitten friend died.  We hadn't seen it around in about two days, and then I noticed it lying in our backyard yesterday--I brought it some food, but it wasn't interested.  Then a few hours later I went to check on it, and it looked a bit odd, something in its eyes was different, and I had a feeling it was in trouble.  There were flies buzzing all around it, and it was convulsively trying to get the flies off of it, and its mouth was strangely open. Then it started to stretch out its limbs very slowly, stretched out onto its back, and then it was gone.  I knew it was dead when it didn't move despite the flies in its mouth and on its eyes.  As it was happening I just could not believe that I was about to see this creature die right before my eyes.  It was one of the most intense and upsetting experiences I've ever had.  I was glad at least that it wasn't alone when it happened, and that perhaps it was meaningful that it came back when it did, and that it died when I was present.  Anyway, we tried to help it while it was alive, and we're glad it's at least not suffering anymore.  It was a sweet little cat.