How I remember my little brown tabby cat, Popeye. Scared of everything except her siblings and myself, she and her sister adopted me. Severe depression struck me and thoughts of suicide were strong on my mind after my mom's passing, I was ready to do the deed when Popeye and her sister, Daisy, gave me so much more comfort than ever before. They knew. I got some help, and loved my babies more than ever. Then, one day, Popeye ran off. I was dying inside, worried sick. I could tell Daisy was hurt as well. Then I found my baby. She was at peace and at Rainbow Bridge. What had she been doing during her absence? I am glad to know she is not scared, cold, sick or hungry anymore, and we will see her soon. I love you, Popeye!!