May 25th, 1981 - June 29th, 2001
You were one of the good ones, kitty. When I was 9 years old, and nobody would sit by me during lunch, and I got slugged in the stomach during recess, I knew you'd be there for me, when I got home, and that you'd always be happy to see me, that you'd never slug me, and that you'd sit by me no matter what meal I was eating. Now you're buried beneath a brand new apple-tree, a mound of dirt with a full dish of your favorite food on top of it. You never left me hungry, and I'll never let you leave me with an empty stomach. Thanks for always being there for me when I needed you the most. I'll miss you, and I love you. I only wish I let you know that more often. I wish that, instead of, "shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep," my last words to you were, "kitty, you were a blessing."
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