My little baby Freckie,
I’m so incredibly sorry you didn’t get to see your third birthday on the 26th and get a whole can of cat food like you have for the first two years of your life. I’m sorry you spent the last few weeks scared and far from home and the only people/things you’ve ever known. I’m sorry that you got to that area at the hands of a horrible human being dropping you off because you’d never wander cities away on your own. I’m so incredibly sad that you didn’t manage to outrun the car as you crossed the street. And I’m so ungodly sorry that when I thought I saw you crossing the street last week that I didn’t get out and call for you when I went back around the block to see if it was you-you might be curled up in bed with me inside of buried in a box in the back yard. •
Thanks for years of cuddles, kisses, sleeping on my chest when I was sad and lonely, watching you grow into your freckle, accepting the pups and curling up with them, for jumping into our arms to greet us, for always coming when I called for you, for greeting my every morning when I let the pups out and going on walks with us, for tapping my leg when you wanted some of my food, for being the easiest one to bathe, for giving my a concussion and having a great story to tell, sitting in my lap late at night applying for jobs and for wonderful kitty love you gave us all. When I saw a cat on the side of the road on the way to work today, I didn’t want it to be you, but I had to check afterwards and I never thought I’d have to use my work gloves to pick you up and take you home to bury. You deserved many more years of love. •
I hate knowing how your last few weeks were and what your fate was, but I know you’re in kitty heaven with my grandma and you’re already being spoiled beyond measure. It’s gonna be a hard next few days, but Sullie and Zeus are licking the tears away as they fall.
Rest Easy Freckles. Until we meet again ❤️