From the first day I held you small warm and unseeing in the palm of my hand I loved you. You were Mishcief from the start and it was mischief that took you from me so suddenly.
I miss your buzzy little tail and the funny way you used to tumble over to be tickled I can still see the indentation where you used to sleep on the back of the couch looking occasionally just to make sure I was still there. For all that you were so independent you always wanted me near.
I’ll never forget you
one of my two little babies.
Your Bolly Tizzy your Mum and
sister Lulu keep looking
for you every day.
Till we meet again
all my love.
Mary
| Mischief |
| 27, July 2002 |
| Mary |