You were a feisty little kitten, Mattie, right from the start. During our 12 years together, you never once hesitated to voice your opinion on domestic matters–whether I was not getting your dinner ready fast enough or not paying you enough attention. Your meows, which were nothing other than music to my ears, always told me exactly how you felt about the situation!
Yes, you were feisty and sometimes downright crabby, but you were also so very sweet. I loved it when you chose to climb on my lap to cuddle or when you laid beside me in bed. You were so unique,
so very special.
No amount of years would have been enough for me to have shared with you. If I could, I would have kept you with me forever. However, despite my best efforts, I could not save you from the lymphoma that robbed me of your presence.
When you finally passed away, you left a hole in my heart. I hope and pray that when I close my eyes for the last time this hole will be filled again with your presence. Until then, I have my memories of my little feisty girl to remind me of how much you were (and still are) loved.
Love,
| Julie |