This was your third summer with us. I still remember the first. You were a lost soul searching for love. We took you into our fold and for what seems like too short a time we enjoyed the happiness you brought to us. You asked for so little some food some water companionship a warm safe place to stay.
We grew accustomed to seeing your sweet face. Driving up you’d be there waiting to greet us. We called you Squeaky because instead of the usual cat meow you would squeak a greeting.
You were always there on the front stoop or in the garage. And when you disappeared for those two short days in the middle of a heat wave we could only imagine the worse. Then on the third night you suddenly reappeared limping toward us.
Hurt sick you managed to find your way home if only to spend a little more time with us before passing on to the other side to the Rainbow Bridge where you will be met by my two cats (deceased now for six years)
Spunky and Tabitha.
I have made a special place to remember you in the flower bed where I first spotted you where you hid until you were sure you had a home here. That was your favorite place I know and one where flowers will continue to bloom.
You will always be
missed Squeaky.
Marie