Dear Nameless One,

This morning, when I went to let my puppy, Zara outside to go potty, Zara ran over to a shoebox left on our porch and started pawing it and frantically barking. I ran over to the box and picked it up. Taking it inside,  opened the lid and to my dismay discovered six frozen just day-old kittens. I rushed into the kitchen and threw a dry dish towel into the microwave to warm it up and picking up each kitten individually worked over 20 minutes to stimulate them, warm them up and bring them back into the land of the living. It was to late, they have gone on to a better place but that doesn’t excuse your cold heart that put them in this darkness in the first place.

You might have heard that hypothermia is a relatively painless way to go, but in reality it is not. Kittens especially at this young age don’t just nod off and go to sleep. They suffer seizures, spasms their organs shut down. One kitten had bit her tongue in half during one of these seizures. Our temperature was down to 20 degrees last night. Why didn’t you just knock on the door and hand me these kittens while they were still alive? At the very least you could have blasted your horn as you sped down our driveway to escape into the night. I wouldn’t have condemned you then, I do condemn you now.

Six lives have winked out because you did not possess the courage to do the right thing. Do I have room for six more mouths to feed? Wouldn’t have mattered, I would have taken them from you gladly and brought them into the warmth this house possesses.

I can’t even break frozen ground and bury these small ones. I had to go into the woods and just lay them on the moss, giving them all back to God. I covered them with thick leaves and dirt. At least now, they will be warm.