Two years ago, back in 2010. Me an my family adopted a stray cat, well more like I did. I named her Nala after the Lion king. She was quite an affectionate cat and I loved her very much. Nala was an all black cat with beautiful green eyes. So on one August night I couldn't find Nala. Me, being the worried ten year old I was. I searched for her high an low. But I couldn't find her. I even cried, because I thought she ran away. That next day I was trying to find something in the closet.When I found three, tiny black kittens. I was in love with them in that second. I informed my family, almost as soon as I found them.
The passing weeks came by and the kittens were all playful and healthy. There was one, named Axel. He had a white patch of fur on his chest. Then there was Alison, Ali for short. Ali has a very interesting trait about her. She had a crooked tail. Those two loved playing. Last, but not least there was little Harmony. She was the runt of the litter. Harmony was small. She couldn't really meow, more like a squeak. I loved all of the kittens, equally, but Harmony had a special place in my heart.
Nala was a very paranoid mother, though. But I can say she was an amazing mother to those kittens.
Harmony was the first to eat solid food.
I often played with the kitties.
In October, I was having a sleep-over with my cousins.
That day I noticed something different about Harmony, she looked weak and sick. For the rest of that day I would socialize with my cousins, while keeping an eye on Harmony. When it was time for bed I grabbed all of the kittens and raced downstairs into the basement and put them in the room, where I usually put them. I then watched a movie and then fell asleep shortly after.
Nothing would prepare me, the following day.
I woke up, got dressed and walked downstairs to check on the kittens.
Axel and Ali were playing as usual. I went into a room in the basement and noticed a small, black, still figure of Harmony, laying on the ground. I inspected her closer and realized she wasn't moving. Almost, immediately tears, brimmed at my eyes. I raced off to inform my mother. She told me to check if she was still breathing. I did as I was told, but found no heartbeat.
That night, there was proper funeral for Harmony with the help of my dad and mom. We placed her in a small shoe-box and buried her in our backyard.
I could hardly speak, because I was crying too much. I was very attached to Harmony at that time so it was very hard for me. When I went to bed that night I prayed to God and I knew that she was no longer sickly and that she was happy in heaven now.
Harmony would had been three years on the 12th of August.
Now that I have had a few years to heal from her death. I can only just smile now and think of the good memories we had together.
Also in a way Harmony has inspired me.
I will never forget her ever <3