Today my pain is more than I can bear. Yesterday morning all the kitties were healthy and happy and went out to play. Last night I carried Dinkey back. He had to have been dead already for several hours.
My heart is broken. He must have gone out and went to investigate the fish traps our neighbor builds. They are made of tree branches, and mesh netting over the frame. All we can think is that he climbed in, played for a while during the time in the morning when they were still in the shade of the house. When he got hot and thirsty, he must have gotten disoriented and couldn't find the opening. I don't know that he could have gotten out easily even if he wasn't dehydrated.
Why I did not go looking for my kitties every couple of hours yesterday I don't know. If we are home, I always wonder where they are after awhile and go check on them. There is too much that can happen, as I regretfully now know. He just didn't deserve to have to die like that. All of us are beating ourselves up. Me, M, Khiow, why we didn't wonder that we hadn't seen him all day, until I went outside after dinner and it hit me. I walked to the fence where the traps are lined up between the fence and the road, and I saw him. I ran to get him out, throwing traps out of my way. I could not get him out of the opening myself. Our neighbor came and pulled him out for me, as I waled in anguish, running him to M who had just come outside, apparently with the same idea. He had no idea what was going on until I frantically brought Dinkey to him. M laid him down on the cement and patted cool water on him, squeezed his chest hoping to resuscitate him, but poor Dinkey had probably long since gone from his over heated body. I just am heartsick, I have to say.
We buried Dinkey this morning, next to OK's grave, which would not be pleasing to Dinkey if he knew, as they did not get along. But now I know the Lord has eased the pain for them both.
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