I was certain many years would pass before being forced to write this, but alas our years were few. Sweet Natasha. The end was so sudden. The FIP disease gripped you. By the time we knew it, it was too late.
Now I sit numb, unable to express the pain when memories come flooding back — of how I took you in from the cold, sparing you a life as a stray. Even so, I couldn’t save you. I’m only thankful your short time on our earth was spent in comfort. I only wish I could have done more.
Goodnight, Sweetheart.
We'll see you at the Bridge.
Love Always,
| Natasha |
| 21, Feb 2005 |
| Ed & Kelly |