This one just breaks my heart. Gretchen's Mom was writing a story about how an abandoned kitty got adopted and found a forever home. Her husband didn't know anything about the story, but he brought an abandoned kitten home with him. The kitten's name in the story was Rosy, but Rosendo was a little boy kitty, so he got named Rosendo, which is Spanish. He was starving and sick. You can see how tiny he was in the picture below:
He got the very best care possible, but on what would have been his fifth day with Gretchen and her beans, the kitty angels called him home. What is really tragic is that Gretchen threw a major hissy fit when he first came home, but she was just getting used to the idea that he would stay when he went to the Rainbow Bridge. It isn't all sad though. Gretchen's Mom found Sophie and she has moved in. Gretchen threw three days' worth of hissy fits, but now has accepted the fact that she has a new sister. Let us be comforted by the fact that little Rosendo had four days of unmitigated love and attention that he otherwise would not have had, hadn't the male human found him and brought him home.
There was a kitty named Rosendo.
Whose cuteness caused our hearts to bend-o.
He was skinny and sick;
His life sped by quick.
Have fun at the Bridge, little Rosendo.
PS. I don't really want to take away from the feeling of sorrow for the untimely death of Rosendo, but I feel that I must tell you of what is going on right now. I feel lower than a toad's belly now and I can't go on with the limericks. I knew to expect it, as I felt it with my Father's death. I am going to post a Tocktober post tomorrow and tell you about my bird feeding efforts the day after. I will get back to the limericks after that, I hope. I have had the comforting dream of my Mother telling me that she is all right now and with my Father, so I hope that my feeling of crushing sadness will go away soon. I just hope that I can de-clutter the house soon and adopt some kitties to keep me company. I wish I could stop waking up in the middle of the night, feeling that my Mother needs me and not being able to sleep again. Sorry to burden you with my troubles.