This week we unexpectedly lost our 1 month old kitten. I won't go into full detail but she got stuck in a recliner of ours. I want to fucking burn these chairs to the ground. I want them dead. I wish I could bring them to life so I could fucking destroy them. 

We found a 2 month old at the shelter...looks just like her...Exact. She acts just like her, knew us and the house without ever setting foot inside or meeting us before. I'm fully convinced she shared a soul with our baby. I look at her and my heart physically hurts. I love her so much just as I loved our other rescue. I fully believe if she was meant to pass that she was meant to prepare us for this girl. 

Storm will always be in my heart, and Lyra (Rah Rah) storm heartstrings will always keep her memory alive. 

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