My sweet love bug. I miss curling up with you when I sleep. Your little purr by my head was a lullabye that sung me to sleep.
I miss your soft belly and
your constent instance for tummy rubs.
I miss your little fur face, those eyes, so expressive. You could guilt me into milk and tuna anytime!
I love you, my sweet boy, and
I know we’ll see each other again.
I love you.
To Velcro,
| Velcro |
| 15, Dec 2006 |
| Melinda Adams |