We lost the tiny baby girl AWC on Friday night.  She was fine, bapping her brother in the head and running around for most of the day...  Then in the evening she cried out and then died within 20 minutes...  I guess it was kidney failure, the way it seemed, but she had been acting like she was feeling fine, so might've been heart failure maybe...  At least she died warm, petted and loved...  She loved lying against my neck and curling her tiny tail around her body like a big tiger, purring like a sweetie, while she watched her siblings play...

 

Dad buried her beside where I buried my cat of 17 years, Love Bug (was that really least year?)... 

 

Now that they're 5-ish weeks old, I can tell that it was actually 2 girls and a boy, with the boy being the middle kitty.  Little baby girl was maybe 1/2 to 2/3 the size of her siblings and definitely wouldn't have made it in the wild... Actually, baby boy wouldn't have made it, either, without my hand-raising him.  The siblings are doing wonderfully (after a scare with her sister, the same night baby girlie died) and it's about time to name them...

 

I'm okay-- sad of course-- but my dad was crying a lot because she was his favorite.  He's loathe to pet them, for fear of becoming too attached...  I told him that once we get to 7 weeks, things should be well enough to not be concerned...  So if you would, please send good thoughts my dad's way, cos he's under enough stress as it is...   Thanks. 

 

Have fun in heaven with my mom and the rest of the menagerie, little one.