Author: Leila

Princess was like no other. She was so independent but so loving. She was my baby & our relationship was a mother/daughter kind. She’s gone only physically but everything else, she’s still there. Everything I look at, it relates back to her. I look at the little ball made from a cigarette pack that she used to play with & I turn around to look outside & see little white butterflies, the ones
she used to chase.

One of my goals in life was to watch this girl grow into a beautiful puffy kitty. That goal is dead because of a car that speeded down our road that fatal day. A hit-and-run…I remember the sound. To hear my sister cry out “Princess got hit!”, I still had hope & faith in my heart that she was alive. She wasn’t. Princess died instantly as the car kept going. She was my alarm clock & she was the one
who I adored the most.

I just wanted for Princess to know that she isn’t alone and never will be. I don’t knew if I’ll ever have a cat similar to her. Princess, I’ll always love you – I’m looking forward to seeing you in heaven with the rest. God Bless,
my sweet baby Princess.