Frisky was a good cat. She was gray with a touch of white. I had her since I was young. Frisky died young and she left me and her baby Mystery(who I kept) behind. It happend so quick and so early. She got hit by a car. I couldnt believe it. She left me behind. When I saw her for the last time she was cold and gone. I couldnt go through it I needed her and she needed me what about her baby whom she also left behind. Then I thought of rainbow biridge a happy place and a better place for her. I kept saying to her dont leave me but it was to late she was gone. I watched as the hole was dug and I laid Friskys body their. As the hole filled up I kept thinking this is it shes gone. That night I found myself calling her name but I new she wouldnt come. But it felt nice to say her name.

I love you,
Frisky.

Yours and always,
Mommy.