Muffins by Rachel and Anthony Crowe / Mommie and Daddie

Muffins was a special kind of cat. He would sit there and carry on a conversation with you. Someone dropped him off on our doorstep and he adopted us. If my bedroom door was closed, he would reach under the door with his paw and meow until I let him in. He loved to sleep
on my chest at night.

Someone posioned my Muffins. I tried to nurse him back to health, but the damage was already done. He held on until I asked him to. He died on a Monday at 9:50 am. I had been sleeping with him in my arms for a month. I tried to get him to eat, but he wouldn’t. Finally that Monday he let out a horrible yelp at 9:30. I held him and rocked him back to sleep. At 9:45 he yelped again. I started crying and I prayed to God to please just take him. He was suffering and there was nothing that I could do. At 9:50 he let out a goodbye meow and with him in my arms he took his last breath. I held and rocked him for a long time thinking that he would start breathing again. He never did. I miss Muffins very much and there is a void in my heart. You will never be forgotten, Muffins.

 

With Love,