by Anna Lively
Dear Socrates~
~My dearest cat, how I miss you so! I go on day after day. Sometimes I find it is easier not to think about you although I never forget you. When I do think of you, I think of the times we would sit on the porch in the warm summer and watch the cars go by. Or remember the first time I found you and let you in the house and you hung onto my shirt? You wouldn't let go for anything that night and I knew then that you never would. At least I had hoped you wouldn't. When that lady came knocking at the door at 5 am that fateful morning, I was all denial. When Keith called out to me that someone had hit my cat, and I said, no that you were in the house, I already knew you had snuck out again. I prayed in my heart for the whole five seconds that seemed like an eternity as I walked to the door that it wasn't you. No, no, it wasn't you. But I knew it was. You and I sat on the porch that morning, just like we had done a million times before, except the phone was in my hand and I was calling your vet. And in those last moments we had together, even though you couldn't move your legs or head, but you could look up at me, you told me that you loved me and would miss me, just like I was telling you. You told me everything you needed to tell me the whole time we were together.
You know, I still remember those sunny afternoons, even when it's cold outside. It's only been three weeks since you left me, but I will never forget you or the love we had between us. How beautiful you were! How beautiful you are! How beautiful you always will be!
I love you and miss you dearly~
Mommy