I can’t tell you how much you are missed. I remember that cold winter day when the boys found you on the church steps and brought you home to me. You were a little furball and the name stuck.
I loved coming home to find you waiting for me at the door. You were very independent but you had gotten to be more of a lap kitty as you got older. You made me laugh as you chased a bug or a light, and how you carried and cleaned your stuffed toy bunny. You were my guard kitty, growling at noises but running and hiding when anyone
came to the door.
You survived 7 different moves to new homes and always made them yours. I’m sorry we didn’t have more time together and that you suffered, it broke my heart. But I know you’re happy and still playing the guard kitty.
We’ll meet again my friend.
I love you and miss you,
| Furball |
| 16, July 2005 |
| Diane |