More than two years ago, time flies so fast, my mother found a shoebox downstairs in the community, with milk and a little black cat inside, super super small, big eyes.

Mom brought it upstairs to me, and there were a lot of cats at home at the time, but it was really pitiful.

If you put it downstairs, you will get sunburned.

I put it in a cage with other cats, he is too small, and I feel guilty that I didn't take good care of it, I can't even take care of myself, and I have to rely on my parents to take care of cats.

At that time, cats lived on the balcony, and when it was hot, the balcony was not air-conditioned, and they were so hot that they stuck out their tongues like dogs.

Then I released them out of the cage and put them in the house, and the black milk cat was so small that it could get out of between the two iron rods of the cage.

Every night I put it in a shoe box and next to my bed, it was so small that I was afraid to step on it.

In the morning it was not in the box, but I stood on the floor, it did not know from nowhere, it would run out, slowly and slowly and effortlessly, originally our female cat was lactating, but it happened to be weaned when it came, this is the cruelty of nature, survival of the fittest, but also my negligence.

By the time I realized it was too thin, it should have been a week, but I had to go to work, and every day my mind was blurry, and I fed it water that day, and it drank very hard, and the barbs on its tongue hadn't grown yet.

It looked back at me weakly, I was going to work, I always felt bad, as if it was saying goodbye.

At noon that day, I ran to buy food and milk powder, and in the afternoon my stomach hurt sharply, I had never had this kind of pain, and I had a bad premonition, but I still hoped that it would hold up.

When I got home in the evening, my parents told me that the kitten was gone.

I buried it with my own hands under the big pine tree, where I played downstairs and watched the ants when I was a child.

I've smelled the smell of death a few times, once it was a milk cat in a car accident, I sent it to the park, it was too small, I don't know who to ask for help, it barked in pain, once it was a newborn cat who refused to drink milk, one was a three-flower, the other was a cow.

The 15-year-old little Sanhua had a car accident, and I was in the field at work that day, and then my tortoiseshell gave birth to a litter with Sanhua.

In 16 years, the little black cat was gone, and in 17 years, my colleague's sister picked one up in the subway, and she still lived in my house.

So I think, I think their lives are reincarnated.

I have written articles to commemorate them, but after writing them, I still feel uncomfortable in my heart, I don't think about it, it's uncomfortable to think about it, life is gone, and my body begins to rot, so I am grateful and cherish everything around me, and it also reminds me not to forget my original intention.

The pine tree was later cut down due to the renovation of the community, so maybe don't be too persistent.

Sometimes I think that if I take good care of them, they won't be like this, and I think of doctors, there are some things that we can't do as people, but even if we are frustrated once, we will not give up, and I will try my best when I encounter them in the future, and if I can't see them, I will walk away ruthlessly if I don't see them.

You can't close your eyes and deceive yourself and say that this world is only beautiful, but in fact, the world is cruel, and only when you are strong can you see beauty.

I hope someone can remember that they have been there in this world, even if it is only a brief memory.

The black cat that grew up in the family is very powerful, not only very smart, but also jumps high and far more than other cats.

Shoveling is also a kind of annoyance~ Shedding is also very annoying.

A short life, existed. The continuation of life is to be remembered by other more beings and meaningfully retained in the heart.

Fortunately, I don't have a long-term dog, and my mother's friend's dog that eats watermelon has been lost for several years, and I have to write about it.

Anyway, I still feel uncomfortable when I think about it, life goes on, work hard! Good night.

Wednesday, 20 June 2018 at 22:46