Lucky
You are my sweet lucky boy, the love of my life, my lucky love bug. May 8, 2009 was the happiest day of my life; the day we brought you home at age seven. From that day forward, you filled my life with joy. That’s what you are, pure joy. You taught me so much. You were always at my side, my velcro kitty. You always made me laugh, my clown kitty. I couldn’t wait to come home to find you waiting for me by the door. I miss that, I miss you so much. I miss cuddling with you and telling you all my secrets. Spending lazy afternoons with you and playing hide and seek. The best days of my life were spent with you. You are and always will be the love of my life. You were with me during my darkest hours. You never left me. Even though you were sick and dying, you never left me. The comfort you gave me was remarkable. You saved me lucky, my biggest regret is that I could not save you. Please forgive me. I miss you so much. My heart is broken and can never be mended. Once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky, you experience true, unconditional love. That’s what you gave me. I was the lucky one. I had you for nearly seven years. I know we’ll be together again. I believe in the Rainbow Bridge. Wait for me Lucky. Don’t cross without me. I love you forever and a day.
Meowma | OH, USA
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