Today we lost the Little King Kingus. I realized at 2 this morning in the week or so I've had him he's 'developed' but never got bigger.
Yesterday we started slurry, today his body gave up. He fought hard, and I'm honestly hurting bad. Out of 11 kittens I've raised up to and through weaning, he's the first I've lost.
RIP little King, you were too good for this world, join your great aunt, Mr. B, Shae, Sassy, and Stella in peace and judgmental watching until you return to this realm once again. 🧡











