Three years ago when I looked at your perfect fuzzy head and saw your dumb bent over ear, I knew you had to be mine. Getting to know you my senior year of tech school was such a blessing because your health was a large question mark. But we got through it, I scooped you up and took you home. Three years is not long enough by any standards, but just getting to know you was a blessing in itself. You have been this perfect companion even since we both graduated from Ridgetown, and I couldn't thank you enough for showing me so much love from the very first moment. Although I don't know what part I came into your life, in my life, the time you have been with me I will hold in my heart and cherish forever. Hell, you made me a mom, and you were my perfect baby boy. You gave me and our family a wonderful Christmas and your last day. I feel so honoured that I could help you be free from any more pain you were so good at hiding from us. That's probably why it took us so long to figure out what was wrong with you in the first place. Three weeks ago, you were in perfect health. Two weeks ago we found out you had cancer, and now we lay you to rest. Your time here with me has gone way too fast, but I would repeat it over again in a heartbeat. You're my little buddy, Seymour. Always and forever.

Say hello to Bubbles and Scampers for us, they will welcome you across the rainbow bridge.

Your mommy loves you and misses you so dearly my fuzz bucket. But we will meet again in another life. Xoxo 🖤🤍