Well here I am again, about to pour my heart out to you. I grit my teeth in a vain attempt to stop my tears as i try to think of words to say, when in the end all i can think of is …
I will miss you.
I dug a grave and made a bed with a yellow flower for you, I hope you like it and I hope you are keeping my dear Mishka company.
It feels so empty here now you’re gone; I will miss those sharp scratchy catchy claws of yours, the thing you had with carrier bags and new magazines and not forgetting those times you would come in to my summer house, walk between my legs, stand up on your back legs and reach up to my chin with your paw and give me a little tap.
My sweet – I will miss all your things, but most of all, I will miss you.
I close now before I go to far, its too much of a fresh wound for now.
Lots of Whiskas cat treats for you my dear companion,
| Jed Ekins |