Chelsea by Deborah Whittinghill / Mommy, Erin, Callie and Pixie

I remember the first day I saw you, you were such a tiny ball of fur. I knew you were going to be mine when you crawled onto my lap and fell asleep. You were only 5 weeks old the day I brought you home but soon you grew into a beautiful independent cat. Of course you were always my baby kitty. It broke my heart the day I found out you were sick and it broke my heart again the day you died in my arms. I will love and remember you forever. I will meet you again in Heaven.