I remember when Mom-Mom first brought you to her home. At first, you despised me and would hiss at me from atop the microwave. When she passed and we took you in, you very quickly became my soulmate. There was never a moment you weren't by my side, always following me around. I knew you had anxiety, and I tried my best to relieve that for you; I wanted you to know I was a reliable person to confide in.

You were there for me at some of my weakest moments. Whenever I would cry, you would appear and sit close to me. I never felt alone because of that. I geniunely think, without you, I would not be here anymore. During so many attempts, you would paw viciously at the door, like you were begging me to stay. I recall one time that you laid on top of me after I had hurt myself and started to lap at my hair, like I was your kitten. From that moment, I knew I could never bring myself to leave you in that way, and even leaving you later proved to be so difficult.

I won't ever forget that day I moved. I still have that last photo I took of you, and I stare at it so often, even before you passed. I cried into your fur for days before I left, knowing it would be one of the hardest things I ever did. I was gone for extended periods of time for college, and those moments were hard, too. I know now those were nothing compared to the grief I would feel now. I miss your little face so much, even if you just passed today. I am so sorry that you had to suffer the way that you did--I would live a million lifetimes of pain to undo even an ounce of what you felt.

You were truly a one-of-a-kind cat, and your sweetness will always be missed. Nothing will ever and could ever replace you, my Goose. Please rest well. I know Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop will take care of you forever across that bridge. Please wait for me, and make sure Autumn is safe as well.

Love,
Lin