Two years have gone by since you went home, Popeye, and since then, someone planted a small fir tree close to our old home. I pass it daily and pretend your little body is resting beneath the tree. I stop and talk to you. Someone even put an ornament on a limb. You funny little cat, you gave me such joy. My heart still aches. Someday, we'll all be together again, where Christmas is every day. Thank you, Popeye, Daisy and I will see you soon. I love you.