I Had To Bury A Kitty Today Options

[Kim R.]

He/she was at the edge of my property when I went out today...must have been hit by a car. I didn't even know his/her name, but I wanted everyone to recognize that this beautiful creature, although unknown, was an important furchild none the less. I wanted everyone to know that he/she was black with a small white patch on his/her chest, and appeared to be a young kitty...about 6-8 months maybe . As I bundled him/her in that old towel to take him/her to be buried, I cried as though I knew this kitty. I cried because he/she had no choice in his/her unfortunate fate. I cried because this world is so harsh to such innocent creatures. It is very cold and windy here today, and as I dug that hole my face was burning from the cold wind blowing against the tears I was crying for this furbaby. I felt so many emotions come over me. One moment I am just angry at the irresponsible person that was at fault for this, the next I am crying my eyes out for this poor kitty and wondering what he/she was like. What were his/her little 'quirks'? What type of personality did this furbaby have? It was very dificult to dig that hole....the ground is cold and I live in Georgia so there is hard red clay to contend with so it was physically exhausting....but more so it was emotionally exhausting. I have never buried an animal before. Mine have always been cremated. As emotional as the process was I couldn't imagine going through those motions for one of my own. I was out there for quite some time. It gave me time to reflect on how lucky our furkids are and I had to ask myself why there are others who aren't as fortunate. What did they do to deserve this? Why are the most innocent the most mistreated? Why is this world so ignorant and @#$%^* up that these things continue to happen regardles of the amount of info. that is out there?? When I couldn't dig anymore, I placed him/her, wrapped in a towel and then placed in a bag, into the hole. I cried again and I told him/her that I may not know them, but I loved them anyways and then I said a little prayer. It was strange how the horses stood so quietly and watched the whole process. They are always nosey, but usually they bore quickly with whatever we are doing and go about their business. This time they all stood and stared as though they knew what was going on...it was really strange to me. Anyway, I guess I'm babbling at this point. Sorry, but I'm still a bit emotional about the whole thing.

I'm also worrried about him/her being buried because I couldn't get the hole very deep...only about 2-3 feet and that was after working on it for quite some time. Is this going to be deep enough? I called my husband to get his opinion and he said (as sad as it sounds) that I should have just layed his/her body in the hole unwrapped so he/she could return to the earth more quickly...what do you guys think I should do?

In my prayers is that little black kitty ?-2/14/2007

[Kim R.]

As I was going out to retrieve my morning paper, the 'lady' that I suspected owned the little black kitty was driving by and stopped to say hello (in these parts, you always speak to your neighbors when you see them...YEE-HAW ). I asked her if she was missing a little black kitty.....I wish I hadn't. She said "well, come to think of it, it has been a while since I saw the black one last...why?" I told her that I found a little black kitty at the edge of my property...hit by a car. She showed zero emotion. All she said was "If it's still there I'll take it home and bury it with the others (yes, she kept saying 'it', and "the others!" just how many kitties have fallen victim to her ignorance?!). I told her that I had already taken care of it . I didn't offer to exume the body for her because 1) I knew she didn't care, and 2)I wanted that little kitty to stay where it was respected. I can almost even say loved since I am somehow becoming protective and attached to an animal I never knew ...am I losing it or what?!?! I also asked her about the gender and name of the kitty...she didn't know the gender and he/she didn't have a name !! It sometimes feels like this world will never change and our furbabies will continue to suffer forever<SIGH> .

Each time I go to the barn I am now drawn to the resting place of that little kitty. It is where I see it each time I go out there, so I always feel compelled to 'visit'. My husband asked why, out of all 10 acres we have here, I chose to put him/her right where I would be (in his words) "tortured daily by it". I felt I had no choice. I feel crazy even typing this, but I wanted him/her to be around people and animals that cared about him/her. Like he/she actually belonged there...a forever home ...I'm crazy aren't I...this is it, I have finally lost my mind !

Thanks to you all for caring about this 'jane doe' kitty.....