by Patricia Powers
It was just a week ago that I found you there Tiger. You were as you always were, calm and beautiful. You looked as if you had passed very quietly in your sleep...stretched out in that position that I had seen so many times in the ten years since you picked our house and came into our lives. You were just a ball of fluff, probably only 8 weeks old. You and your sister were drawn to our open door by the smells of dinner cooking...something two hungry little kittens with empty tummies could not ignore...not matter how frightened.
It took a little patience to get you to come in and a few weeks until you felt at home. I have so many memories of you. Some funny...some sweet. You were a big cat. You sometimes acted like a dog...please forgive me for saying so. You used to come when called and you would run to the door in greeting...not always a kitty-thing. You were strong and very brave. We love you Tiger. There is an empty place in our home that we will try to fill with your memory. I wish you could have been with us longer. Love to you always!