05/27/2026
This past weekend I found an abandoned kitten in a park in Ohio. It was Memorial Day so no animal welfare services were open and available. I decided to bring the kitten back to Michigan with me, hoping to find a landing place for him somewhere along the way. We called every pet, animal, and kitten rescue between Akron and Lansing and no one could take him. He stayed with us all day Monday and Monday night. I don’t think he had ever been in a home before, or bathed, or cuddled. I did all of those things and he trusted me to do them. He slept in a laundry basket with a heating pad in my bedroom Monday night so that I could hear him meow if he needed me. I planned to take him to Capital Area Humane Society () in the morning. Sometime in the early morning, he lost consciousness: I think he was too warm and couldn’t let me know. Or maybe his body was just tired (he was malnourished) and he was ready to go. Whatever the reason, he died with me Tuesday morning. I thought he was dreaming: he was making the sweetest sounds. But he was letting go. His fur was fluffy and clean when I buried him. I told the kids we couldn’t name him because we were taking him for adoption, but when he died I named him Meemo. I buried him in a cloth that I got in Morocco, with a peony that I had showed to him the day before. My note says everything: he was a good, brave, handsome kitten. I am so sad that I couldn’t keep him safe through the night, but he taught me a lot about love and care in the short time he was mine. I am happy that I can walk over to his little grave whenever I want and sing to him again and tell him what a sweet little crumb he was. If you can say a little blessing for Meemo today, or make a donation to the Capital Area Humane Society with him in mind, I would be so grateful.