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Good Bye, Weslie

I'm very sad tonight. A great mom of four had gone forever.

She was our beloved kitty. She was the 5th family member.

She was only a little kitten when we found her. Since then, she grew up in this home and in our hearts.

At the very early age, around 6 or 7 months, she got pregnant. A month ago, 24 November 2016, she gave birth to her ones and only kittens. I was surprised to see those four baby kittens. They are very lovely. We named them Marshall, Rocky, Sky and Everest based on my sons' favorite TV show: Paw Patrol.



Aren't they lovely?

Weslie took good care of her kittens. She breast-milked them, clean them and very aware of them. I think she really, really loved her babies.

Another story of Weslie: Adopting An Orphan Kitten

Until a month after her babies born, she didn't want to eat anything and left us. We looked for her but we didn't find Weslie anywhere. After disappearing for a night and a half day, she came home with a very bad condition.

Her body was very weak. She couldn't even meowing at all. I was sad, so very sad. We tried to give her some drink, but it didn't work. After a hard struggle all night, she passed away leaving her four baby kittens behind.

Good bye, Weslie. I love you. I' m sorry for can not being a good mom for you. I love you forever.

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