by Linda Mann
It has been a whole year Mishka. I still can't believe that you're gone. Even though we knew the cancer was taking you a little bit every day, we just thought that the end wouldn't have come so soon. We tried to tell you how much you meant to us. I hope you got that message. Mick has had such a hard time over the last year. He says that you were his confidant and always listened to his problems. We had a little stray kitten show up a couple of weeks ago. She adopted Mick right away. I wondered if you had a hand in it. She reminds me a lot of you. She doesn't like having her nails trimmed either. Mick says that he feels guilty letting another cat sleep on your bed with him, but he also feels like an empty spot is filled. I tried telling him that you wouldn't mind that he gives another kitten the hope and life that he gave to you. We had you for 17 years, not long enough. If you did send him Rietta to help him deal with the loss of you, Thank You. You were always his guardian cat and watched out for him. We won't take her for granted and will let her know every day that she is loved. Love ya Misha