I felt hot tears in my eyes as my cat, Miller, meowed in pain once again. His meows echoed through the walls of my house, and he was very hot and sick. I knew his time had come. We had no choice.

The next day, I took Miller to the vet's. The whole car ride was silent, except for the silent scream of my heart. Tears streaked down my face, as I gently stroked the poor little kitty's ratted fur. Miller looked at me with complete trust, but sadness in his eyes. When we arrived at the vets, I couldn't watch the needle to endepth his skin. I turned away. It was too much.

I drove home, bawling my eyes out. As I arrived home, I burst through the door. The house was silent. No more meows. No more greetings from a young, whiskful cat. "Miller?" I called out. Miller didn't ocme. I knew he was in heaven know, at peace. That was the only thought that kept me going.

For awhile I was in alot of sorrow and depression. I didn't want to get another cat, but it was not up to only me. It was up to my family as well. So, shortly after, I went onto a website and found some very nice looking cats. Thats when my eyes came upon Desmond, a orange and white adult cat. I knew there was sometihng about him that made my heart jump.

So, I went to see him. He was quite friendly, and he had this look in his eyes that reminded me of Miller. I bought him, and took him home. I love him very, very, VERY much and life without Desmond would be awful. But no cat can ever replace Miller. I grew up with him, and he was the cat that was always there for me. Always.

I love you baby! It's been four years now, but I still miss you!!