We miss you. We miss that little white spot on your lip that made you look like you had been into something. We miss your fur that was softer than anything. William misses playing follow the leader with you. I miss how you could help yourself to catnip in the jar. I miss your weight on my hip as I fell asleep. I even miss your little claw poking me in the middle of the night when I forgot to feed you. I’m glad I was able to hold you one more time. I wish I could hold you again.
“I wish she could be here for one more tomorrow mommy. I didn’t get to teach her to play fetch.”