I didn’t have you long enough no matter what the vet says; “he had a good life” doesn’t cut it for me. You were 2 weeks old , I was 2 years… now Im 16 and I can’t fathom the though of nevr holding you again so long as I shall live…. It brings me to tears. You are still my baby, never to be “replaced” by any other cat, because nothing could ever come close to you. Remember when you used to be able to go outside, or when we would watch the thunder storms from mommy’s bed when we were both little. I remember how you used to fall asleep with me on my bed the as soon as you were sure I was safe you would go outside and play.
I love you Oliver!
Love,
| Kate |