I can remember the first time I saw your precious face. Your eyes were just starting to open and your Mommy's Mommy brought you over for me to see. I sat down, holding you in the palms of my hands when your eyes opened up enough to see. Such an expression on your baby face. I swear I laughed and said, "She looks seriously ticked off." Ah but that face. You wore it well my friend.

You grew into a beautiful cat, everyone said so. And how you LOVED when people told you that you were pretty. You'd stare at us with your jade green eyes and look as though you thought, "Well duh." My sweet, precious Abbigail. You wore your beauty well.

When Daddy came into our life, how jealous you were. Secretly I liked that. I liked knowing that you loved me so much, that you didn't want to share me with anyone. Because well, I didn't like sharing you with anyone either. We belonged first and foremost to each other, didn't we baby? We wore our love well didn't we baby?

You could have torn the dog apart when he came, but you were content simply to let it be known, "I do not like this noisy thing." We respected that, most of the time. But come on Abbigail, even you have to admit, sometimes it was funny watching him try to play with you. When you'd swat at him with your big feet we'd laugh. You wore your temper well sweet girl.

A hole was torn in my heart on June 24th. That's the day you became my angel, instead of my living baby girl. I prayed that God wouldn't make me make that choice, but He did. I guess I had a lesson to learn. God knows you taught me many lessons in the nearly nine years we were together. My final lesson was this, to love you so much as to be unselfish and to let you go.

You wear your angel wings well my sweet, beautiful baby girl.