Today marks the one year anniversary of the day Baby, our beloved cat, went missing. I could never have imagined life without her, she was always there. From the time she was a tiny kitten in the palm of my hand, chewing the heels of my shoes, tearing up the house, she became a most precious part of my life. Time passed, and our little family grew, and grew. The years passed by and I guess I didn’t notice her growing old. It was not until she lost her faithful companion, Puffy, that I really noticed how old she had become, and how little time was left with her. I will never know what happened to her after she disappeared, and we will always wonder and pray that she made it and is out there somewhere, safe and happy. I will always miss her in my life, and regret that I never had the chance to say goodbye. I can only pay this tribute to her and hope that I will see her again someday, and that she will be waiting for me.

 

By writing this tribute to Puffy, I hope in some way it will ease the pain we are feeling over his loss. Mr. Puffy was the sweetest, most handsome cat. He had to be put to sleep on Jan. 5, 2005 because he had cancer and was suffering, and I could not bear to see him in pain anymore. I am having the most difficult time with my decision, even though I know there was no good way out of his situation. Mr. Puffy shared my life for 15 years. He was with me through 2 marriages, a divorce, the birth of all of my children, and countless other pivotal moments in my life. I cannot remember a time when he was not there.

I will miss him for the rest of my life, but someday I hope I can get past the way he died, and remember his life.
For he had a good one.