You were scared and frightened when I first got you. I rescued you from the shelter because you were the cutest one! You grew to 5 years from how old
you were at the shelter.
Even though that frightening disease you had, you faded away. until a few months later, they got me another cat to keep me amused. Few months later, that’s when they told me the life-taking news. I grieve and mourn over your loss. All that will ever linger in my head is your face staring at me intently, knowing how I felt. I know that you will always be above me, and you will always be free.