Subject: WWW Form Submission
Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2006 08:06:36 -0700 (PDT)
Name: John Bucklin
Location: Taos,New Mexico
About four years ago,my son Jesse had a kitten he called "Zero" because of a mark on his side that looked like a zero.The kitty loved my little boy and the two of them would chase each other from one end of the house to the other.At the time I was painting a cabinet so I had brushes and paint on the floor on a sheet of plastic.Suddenly I heard my son screaming outside.I ran to the door and saw that Jesse was ok but it seems that a pack of dogs had killed poor little Zero.My son and I had a little funeral for the kitty and buried him behind the house.it was very hard for me because I had to try to explain death to my son and try to console him as well.We finally fell asleep on the couch as it had been a long and horrible day.The next morning my son and I got up to an incredible sight that left me at a loss to explain.We found tiny little footprints leading from the overturned paint can lid,across the kitchen all the way to my sons bedroom!We could scarcely believe what we saw,little blue kitten tracks!This left me something new to explain to my son.This made things a little easier for Jesse and left him with the hope that some part of those we love survives when we leave this mortal plane.Death is not the end and strangely enough,the lesson was taught to us by a little friend called "Zero"..