Oops, it’s the 5th already
Hi, Diary!
It’s night now, well, tomorrow actually, ’cause it’s a little bit after midnight. Mom just left. She sets her alarm clock and gets up with me every two hours and helps me mix the kittens’ formula, and she sits with me while I feed them, even though she said before that I had to take care of them all by myself. I’m supposed to go to bed right away, ’cause I have to get up again at two o’clock, but I have to tell you some things.
First of all, Dad finally came home yesterday afternoon. I don’t know where he spent the night. He came up to my room and knocked, and I let him come in, and he sat on my bed and tried to hug me, only I wouldn’t let him, and he told me how sorry he was that he’d killed Maggie, and I didn’t say anything. He asked me if I wanted to help him bury her, and I said I didn’t, and he went down in the basement and he made a wooden box with his new saw and other tools, and after supper he went out in the back yard and dug a hole under the maple tree. I went out and watched, even though I said I wouldn’t, and he put Maggie in the box, still wrapped in the towel, and nailed the cover shut and put it in the ground and covered it up. I don’t think the town wants you to bury pets on your property, but he did it anyway.
I asked him if Maggie was in Heaven now, and Dad said that nobody really knows if there’s a Heaven or not, no matter what Reverend Davis says, but that if there is one, then Maggie would be there, because she was a good cat who took care of her kittens and made me happy, a least for a little while. That was good enough for me.
I guess I can forgive him for running over her. He didn’t mean to, even though if he hadn’t acted so mean to Mom, it wouldn’t have happened. And I still think it’s my fault that they fight all the time, no matter what Mom says, so I have to try extra hard to be good from now on.
Right after we buried Maggie Dad said he’d like to watch me feed the kittens, and I said “Okay” and we went upstairs, and he watched me the whole time, and told me what a great job I was doing. Then he said the strangest thing. He said that Maggie was still alive through her kittens. I didn’t understand exactly what he meant, only it made me feel a little bit better.
Later on, after I was supposed to be asleep, I heard Mom and Dad talking down in the living room, and I got up to listen. They were both sitting on the couch, although not very close together, and they didn’t see me watching them. I didn’t understand everything they were saying either, only that it had something to do with Maggie, and with me, and with what was going to happen to us all. It scared me a little, but at least they weren’t fighting.