Tigger,
A year has passed, the weather has turned cold. The Christmas tree is back up. But you’re not here. It hardly seems like it’s been that long. I still miss you every day, I still visit you in the backyard, and talk to you, and cry a little. I feel like a part of me is missing, and I know that it’s you. My boy, my kitty. You laid at my feet, you cuddled me when I was sick. I still remember the way you liked to lay on my stomach when I was carrying my son because you liked to feel him move. I remember how you slept right near both of the kids cribs because you were
their big brother and their protector.
People tell me I need to move on, and I am living my dad to day life. But I cannot forget you, the love and the laughter you gave us. Even at the end when you knew you were dying, you held on, refusing to pass even though it was time. You waited for me to leave your side, because I had to just for a minute. And then you moved on. I will always believe that you did that on purpose to spare me from having
to see that last moment.
We may have been different species, but I was your mommy and you were my son all the same.
I miss you every day, and I love you still. I am thinking of getting a new cat. Not to replace you, because you can never be replaced. But to give another orphaned cat the chance for love and happiness and a family. That will be your legacy. I never knew how much love a cat could bring me until I knew you. I want to share that love with other cats who deserve the same chance you got when I found you, a baby with noone to take care of you.
Tigger I love you. I miss you. I can’t wait until the day I see you again.
Mery Meet,Merry Part, Merry Meet Again.
All my love,
| Sherrie Miller |