Death of a Miracle

Some of you may remember a post I did about the newborn kitten I found last summer and I named her Miracle because I put her with another litter of kittens and the mother cat raised her. She was a beautiful kitten, mostly gray with orange highlights on her sides. She had a white streak going down between her eyes. Yesterday some #@%*** drove his car into my neighbor's front yard and deliberately ran over her. When I found out I was devastated. I was at work and I cried like a baby. I love animals, but she was special to me because I felt like I had saved her life. Now her precious life has been taken, and there's nothing I can do. She didn't even get to enjoy a full year on this earth. Although she didn't live with me, she knew I loved her very much because I always would pet her and love on her. Sometimes I would bring her over for a visit. Sometimes, she would come over on her own. She wasn't afraid of my dog, who loves to bite. She would just walk up to him and sniff of him and he would just look at her. She was fearless. She used her first life when she was born and abandoned. She must have used the other 8 coming to visit and braving the dog. I sure will miss her. She is buried in the same place I put her when she was born. If her real mom died in childbirth, she finally gets to meet her. Some people think differently, but I feel that God has a special place for animals when they die. I just can't see them being a living being with the same organs we have and not having a spirit. Miracle, I love you and I'm gonna miss you terribly. Wait on me at the Rainbow Bridge with the rest of my pets who have gone on before.