09-25-2022, 02:53 AM
The kitten had gotten so sick in the past few weeks. She had kept him with her at a distance from the weaning cubs, in his own bed lined with thick plush fur in the hopes that he would get better. Herbs, medicine, care, everything she could give him had not been enough. Perhaps it was his species, not knowing much about tigers and their illnesses - or perhaps it was simply his time to go and meet his mother again, one that he often cried for in the middle of the night. She simply could not be a stand-in for his mother and maybe the illness was that of a broken heart, the cub joining his mother in the stars just as the mother bear did to find her child.
This morning Kin's body was still warm in his bed as she came to visit. Curling her body around him as a form of comfort for the ailing child, in hopes to bring him back from whatever this was - but it was no good. His warmth faded and so did any movement. As the day went on, she didn't leave his side and left the caring of the puppies to their father as she spent the remaining time with the tiger cub left in her care.
She had failed him, but would stay by his side until the very end.
The sun had faded over the horizon, and the little cub's body was cold and turning stiff. It was a hard pill to swallow, the loss of a young one even if it wasn't hers. To carry the lifeless body where it would be laid to rest by the roots of the cherry blossoms. “Suggoku gomen ne.” She'd say while arranging his little body in a way that depicted the tiger cub as sleeping comfortably. Spending the evening plucking flowers to burry him in all the while whispering apologies and hopes he had finally found his mother again.
This morning Kin's body was still warm in his bed as she came to visit. Curling her body around him as a form of comfort for the ailing child, in hopes to bring him back from whatever this was - but it was no good. His warmth faded and so did any movement. As the day went on, she didn't leave his side and left the caring of the puppies to their father as she spent the remaining time with the tiger cub left in her care.
She had failed him, but would stay by his side until the very end.
The sun had faded over the horizon, and the little cub's body was cold and turning stiff. It was a hard pill to swallow, the loss of a young one even if it wasn't hers. To carry the lifeless body where it would be laid to rest by the roots of the cherry blossoms. “Suggoku gomen ne.” She'd say while arranging his little body in a way that depicted the tiger cub as sleeping comfortably. Spending the evening plucking flowers to burry him in all the while whispering apologies and hopes he had finally found his mother again.
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