We named him Shadow monster thinking we’d have time to come up with something better. He came to me Thursday night, 5 weeks old. I told him if he’d make it through this I’d keep him forever. I don’t know what was wrong with him. He was active and playful, things took a turn over the weekend. Gunk out of his nose and eyes. I stayed up all night to make wipe his mucus. I set up a heating pad, a humidifier, fed him through a syringe. I tried any walk in vet available on Saturday but no one could see us. We had to wait until we could see the shelter vet Monday morning. He perked up last night and I finally went to sleep in my own bed. I found him limp at 6 am. I rushed to the shelter. There was nothing they could do. He was too small. 

I need someone else to remember him or the grief of knowing I was the only one to have loved and known him is going to kill me. 

He didn’t ever learn to meow. This is important. He made this little screams whenever I came by. He was all black and mostly bone. 

He didn’t like to be picked up. But he liked to sit very close to me. 

He didn’t care for treats, but who’s to say if he ever got the chance, he wouldn’t devour them

He loved my senior dog, he loved wrapping his tail around his body. He had weird arms. 

I’m sorry. Wherever you go from here, I’m sorry. We decided at the shelter that we were going to adopt you. We wanted to call you toothless or Larry. You were going to love our other cats after a while I promise. 

I hope you find some rest my sweet boy. 