Kitt looked at the little girl on the bed, face as pale as the sheets. The sight brought an ache that gripped at his heart and screamed at his soul.
“Are you sure?” the kind lady beside him asked. She smelled of earth and grass, felt warm and true like sunlight.
Kitt looked at the man keeping vigil by the bed. Daddy’s eyes were red and swollen, his face a portrait of helplessness and fear.
The lady took Kitt into her arms. He didn’t really need to say the words.
“They’ll know,” she said, then took the cat’s soul away.
Superstition (more of a note, really =^^=): I have had cats die unexpectedly at around the same time as a loved one came close to danger and/or death itself. My Mama says there’s a belief that cats do and will exchange their souls at a moment’s notice to ensure their human family’s safety. I do not believe in a lot of spiritual hogwash these days, but this one will forever hold a special place in my heart. ♥️
*Inspired by the prompt take care from The Daily Post.