When I went to check on them this morning, the littlest white one was gone. He was laying stretched out against the corner of the box. I don't know if the wind blew and it hit him or he just passed on his own. That corner did seem to be a bit further out than it was yesterday but it wasn't on him. All the kittens were outside the box.

He was the littlest and weakest and did not seem to be thriving like the others were. In fact, I was amazed that he made it through the first several days. But he had been growning so I hoped he would be ok. He just did not move around as much as the others. The mommy had the other three in the corner with her and watched me.

I told her I was sorry but he was gone and I needed to take him. She hissed once but allowed me to take him. I wrapped him in soft paper towels and put him in a little box and buried him under the lilac bush. I was glad we had all the rain because other wise, I would not have been able to dig the hole. No way was I going to put him in the trash even if I can't walk for days now. I put a brick over his grave to keep critters from bothering him.

His mommy sat on the porch and watched me.

I told her about the Rainbow Bridge and that Lilac was there and would watch over him until she joined up with him. I'm sure she is tending to Winnies babies that didn't make it so one more would be welcome. Lilac loved babies.

Then I came inside and cried.

Rest in peace little one. I'm so sorry I couldn't keep you safe.