This is a bit of a sad piece.

Yesterday or the day before, I have found a small, still blind kitten. Several hours old at most. He had no left hind foot, propably bit off by his mother during birth along with umbilical cord. He was laying there in the grass, like a broken doll or something. He was still alive. I looked for his mother for a hour or so before I decided I couldn't fucking leave him there, I just couldn't. I was crying when I carried him to my house, just the sight of him laying there alone as if he was worthless to this world brought me to tears.

I wanted to nurture him with my family; we already nurtured several kittens in the past, but... he just couldn't do it. He passed away. Today. A hour ago or so. I named him Odin, tho I wanted to give him the name Wotan or Tyr too, but I went with Odin; I wanted to give this little boy the most powerful name I could think of.

He never saw the world, but he could hear me and my family. He was happy with us. I drew this little tribute for him so that everyone will remember this little kitten. Im crying as im writing this honestly.

See you sometime later, Odin. I hope you're in a better place.