I always called Tito a gentle soul.
She was my precious my little one my sweetie and a million
other nicknames derived from whatever smile she happened to put
on my face at a given moment.
From the moment she was born to when she walked up to me when
she was 2 weeks old and stole my heart to the day God called her home
she was my baby my companion my best friend.
I will miss her in more ways than I can ever describe.
I will miss her taking a nap with me.
I will miss her “acting a fool” as we used to say to her when she would
roll over on her back and stare at us.
I will miss the way she used to knead at the covers on the bed before
she would settle in to go to sleep.
I’ll miss the maternal way she would clean her brother’s head.
I will miss the loud caterwauling when she would kill that
stuffed mouse she loved so much for the umpteenth time.
Most of all I will miss the spirit that was Tito.
She knew when I needed her to just sit with me.
She knew when I was lonely and needed a friend.
She made me laugh. She made me smile
and in the end she made me cry.
I miss you my precious.
Thank you for a lifetime of wonderful memories.
Thank you for choosing me.
I hope I held up my end of the bargain.
Of all the cats in the world what are the odds that I would
have gotten the best one of them all… right sweetie?
I love you and we all miss you terribly.
Greg
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