Wickie by Kellie Rogers / sister

From the first time my mom say Wickie in the storage room at her job she knew he needed her love. He stayed by her side at all times. He only loved her. When she was stricken with cancer he would watch her sleeping, and walking any thing that gave her pain seemed to upset him. Sadly she passed on in 1999. Wickie was lost. He would look at her chair at the dinner table and cry all night. When he started to get better, he was too weak from not eating. He passed on in 2003. We know their together in heaven. We placed him next to her to ensure this. Sometimes we still here a faint meow from our dining room, his last Good-bye


With all my love,
Kellie Rogers