Kittens and Guilt

OK, it's time to share a little something more intimate. You see, I got a little orange tabby male kitten the Saturday before my blessed Balto died. It's just that poor Balto with his excitability, his epilepsy, his heart condition and being 92.2 pounds wasn't completely cuddle-able. My poor Yorkie is going through dreadful skin allergies and flaking and bumpy. I was yearning for something tiny, alive and holdable. Don't ask me how I ended up with a CAT! I'm not even a cat person. But Tigger....he called out to me. He needed me; I needed him. Five short days later - Balto died. I cried wondering.......did the kitten do him in? Did his big heart finally give out from the competition of his Yorkie sister and now a male kitten? I finally confessed my guilt to my vet. "No, no, WFW, you mustn't think that. Balto lasted so much longer than we thought he ever would." I love my kitten. He is a purr box. He cuddles with me. I still wonder......what did Balto think? I still miss my dog.