by Hazyl Martin
A tiny scrap of white fluff, who fitted into the palm of my hand all those years ago. Worried whether he would cope with a soppy border collie called Leo, it was love at first sight for all of us. No name seemed suitable until I called him Midget (because of his diminutive stature) at which he looked into my eyes & miaowed contentedly & thus was christened. There went my heart, to be finally broken on 23rd May, 2002 when my husband & I said our last goodbye & Midge joined Leo at Rainbow Bridge after a hard battle against kidney failure. Even now I expect him to be here & am devestated anew when I realise he's gone. I miss him bounding on the bed to sleep on my pillow, wrapped around my head, 2 licks on the cheek & settling over my ear, purring his head off. Or him crying to be picked up for a cuddle & rubbing his head against mine. Or seeing him draped around hubby's shoulders like a fur cape & I wonder how I can cope without my youngest child?
To all my children - Rex, my 1st border collie, died 10th April, 1983, Leo, died 30th November, 1995 & Midge, the light of my life, with all my love, oceans of tears & a burning desire to see you all again, Mummy. XXXXX