Kittens

I had a cute kitten. He was born at our home. Not only  me but also all of my family loved him so much. My sister named him Simba because he looked like the little lion cub from "Loin King" movie. He lived very happily with us. But unfortunately he didn't live long either. Few month ago he died. At that time he was 7 months old. When he died, we all were very upset and I cried around 2 days or 3 days. After that I was able to make up my mind.

A few days later I saw another kitten. Actually he looked little like Simba. But he looked to be very sick and hungry. So I wanted to help him. I gave him little food and water. He drank water so much. But he didn't know how to eat. After that I fed and taught him how to eat. Finally he ate a little bit. Even though he was hungry, his eyes requested only love. I put a cloth on the floor, kitten laid on that and he slept comfortably. I treated him until after 2 days. But I couldn't save his life. He died too. I was very sad. But I was able to make up my mind soon. Finally I could understand relationships are a wonderful thing. It has the power to decide the extent of our sorrow or joy.