Its been a couple weeks now since we have acquired a new baby, a little girl kitten that remains unnamed.
She was promised to us right before we left our old place, born to a litter across the street, she is little and sweet as can be
unfortunately we have also had some loss.
One of our brother kitties disappeared during the move, we miss him every day,
and.....Butterfly Francis? Santa's gift to the kids flipped herself out of her fish bowl and onto the ground, where sadly,
she perished.
Zion was busy and sad that afternoon, and when I went out to water the yard later that day, this is what I found:
He built a cross to mark her gravesite :(
and this is what her epitaph reads:
Dead fish named (butterfly)
sad
sorry.
Dont know if we can be trusted with fish anymore frankly, we are developing quite the poor track record.
Happy Monday
