Smudge,
One week ago today, you sat on my knee for a scratch and a tickle. I didn’t know then that it would be the final time I touched you. You were only 2, far too young to be taken from me. When you first went missing, we held so much hope that you would return. Sadly it wasnt to be. I’m sorry that you died alone. I’m sorry it wasnt me that picked up your body. I wanted to remember you the way I last saw you. I only hope you felt my love as I carried your coffin to the vets for your final send off.I pray to God that He intervened and made your passing as quick and painless as possible.
I miss you so much. xxx