You were intended to be a gift for my daughter, but you were a gift to the whole family. You loved us, played with us, worried about us. I remember when I was sick and you brought your favorite stuffed kitty and put it next to me on the couch. I thought at first that you wanted a game of fetch, but you just lay down next to the couch and stayed there where I could pet you until I felt better. You were always there for me. My husband passed away and my daughter married and moved away, but you and I still had each other. I tried to make your final years as comfortable as I could. I probably should have sent you on to the Rainbow Bridge sooner, but it was so hard to let you go. I love you and miss you and hope we’ll meet again one day when I cross over.