8-Ball the Mixed Breed (Black) Cat

Published on Jan 1st, 2008

By D Heiney (Location Unknown)

Punkers, I miss you so much. I look for you everyday still hoping that your death is but a dream. I miss your little bites on my chin to wake me in the morning, the way you liked to lay across my shoulder, the soft feel of your fur. You were such a loving cat, everyone was a friend to you. Dinners just aren't the same. Remember when one of us got up to get something from the table, you jumped up in their chair. God, how I miss you.

You will never be forgotten.

Love, mama