Tonight I had a young kitten pass away while laying on my chest. A neighbor had found it alone in her patio. It had been through some type of trauma. Its back legs were paralyzed. I brought it in and tried to give it a bottle of kitten milk replacement, but it wouldn't drink. I managed to get some drops in its mouth though. I also was able to contact a sanctuary that would have taken it in the morning.

My heart aches so much that it passed. It likely had been in the mouth of a dog and sustained internal injuries. It's such a dangerous life outside for animals that have no one. I held that baby and kissed its tiny head in its last moments. I had been praying for Jesus to help it survive until I could get it to the sanctuary, but I also prayed for Jesus to stop its suffering, whatever his will was.

I know it suffered due to trauma. I pray that having been with me, holding it, loving it, praying for it was a blessing. I am heartbroken, but grateful to have had it for just a while to give it love.