Louie by Carys Thurlow / Carys Wyn Thurlow

Louie was born on August the first. He was a very moody kitten sometimes. He wouldnt even let you touch him. When I first saw him there was a little glow in my eye I knew that he would be mine. A few weeks later he got moodier but I didn’t mind his attitude at all.

When several months later he started being playfull Louie and I had so much fun together we would sometimes chase Rocky
his brother around the house.

But one day my mother came up to me and said Carys Louie has ran away I felt like I’d been shot in the heart. I was broken. Louie Thurlow died when he was only a year old.
I love you, Louie.


With all my love,
Carys Thurlow