Another obituary

The kitten that I rescued that day had passed away. I named him Pocket, after his tiny size that can fit into a pocket. He passed away in his sleep on a rainy evening on the 8th of April. I remember hearing his meow on that morning, but it was much weaker than how it used to be when we first got him back. He was just about one week old when we got him back with one of his eyes still closed and its ear folded. It surprised us on the next day when both of his bright eyes opened widely staring at us and a few days later it started to walk a little. He is indeed a very special kitten to us. He liked to sleep on our palms and never liked feeding time. Probably that's why his heart got too weak to beat and finally gave up on the 7th day staying with us. We used to hate him for his constant meows and we had never stopped worrying about him since the first day we got him back. And now we're missing its meows. I'll miss you always, Pocket.