My just over two year old baby cat Willow passed away Thursday night Friday morning. He got into something he shouldn’t have, not the brightest cat, and after five days of not eating I gave him to vet. He died that night at vet.

I tried really hard to get him to eat but it didn’t work. I can’t seem to stop crying at odd times.

To make matters worse my uncle passed away as well. Yet another family member dead and funeral.

Willow was fluffy with tufts on his ear tips making him so cute and I was his mommy as far as he was concerned. He loved to cuddle with me and would always sit on my chest and try to breast feed on my pillow while snuggled up on my chest. He was born under my front steps and after two weeks his mother abandoned him and his brother. We first met when I heard a baby kitten crying in my back yard searching for mommy barely able to walk. It’s been a long road of vet bill for parasite, bottle feeding and cleaning. Shots then fix, fighting with kittkat, tons of torn cardboard and playing with everything.

It’s so fresh and it really hurts. I still have my nine year old kittkat.