Last year was full, and I wish you were there for all of it. I miss you kitty cat, I’m still figuring out how to do life without you.

I suppose I should be happy you didn’t suffer, but you left so quick I just felt numb.

You were the first part of my own little family, you and I, together in apartments, in cities, in suburbs. Kitty Henrietta came to us to keep you company, yet now I’m comforting her instead.

We had so many adventures, I grew up next to you.

Pie Guy didn’t like cats when we met, when he went “meh” to your picture I treated that like a red flag. But you made him love you so dearly, he now advocates for everyone to get a feline companion, you seducer you.

I miss you Gerda Goose, my precious precious kitty. I can’t imagine Love, February without your cuddles.

Love, February