The day I picked you out at the Humane Society, you were exactly what I went there for, a little black and white male kitten. You must have known and been waiting for me because you were the one who climbed up the side of the enclosure and stretched your little paw out toward me as far as it would go to snag on my shirt when I walked by or bent by the cage. And you weren’t going to let me go. And when you were handed to me you were dusty and dirty because your litter was left in a box in a dumpster, and
you were the runt of the litter.
Over the years you would come running into the bedroom, your little bells ringing as you jumped into the bed to curl up next to me every night and let me hug you through the night, no matter how uncomfortable you must have been.
When I handed you to the vet on our last day together, I kissed your head and whispered I love you…and the most difficult thing I have ever had to do was to let go. I picked you but you chose me, and I will never let you go, Coop.
Thank you for everything,
| Cooper |
| 16, Oct 2004 |
| Sherry |