Midnight, we loved you. On vacation, mom and dad found you. You already loved them. Making sure you had no rabies, they took you home. Your attractive white under your chin and the rest of you midnight black, that’s why we named you Midnight.
Knowing your last days would come, dad let you outside because you were an outside cat. Soon someone looked at our porch and said, “Your cat doesn’t look so good.” Rushing outside, seeing you writhe (sp) and twitch, seeing your death. You died of cancer. We will fulfill your wishes. You would not want us to cry. You would want us to live a happy life, and a not painful death, like you. We will fulfill your wishes!
Heart to Heart,
| Midnight |
| The Family |