by Amy Wechsler
Dearest Bandit, well summer is here again and it has been four years since you conquered your illness and left to be in a better place. And in that four years, there has not been a day when you have not crossed my mind or my heart. You were my buddy, my confidant, my love, a true gift from our Lord. A gift that I had all too short. Sweet kitten, there are so many days that I think I may have been selfish, kept you alive too long for my own benefit, only to have you be brave and try to keep mommy and daddy happy, despite your pain. You made me very happy and we still miss you so much. I can still hear your purr, I can still see you eating your kitty stew. I still cherish your sweet meow. Oh Bandit, I wish it was easier. I am blessed that, while the pain is still there, I can smile and laugh about things you did. The most beautiful flowers are growing near your grave now and I sit near it everyday. Dusty Cat and Berry are the best of friends now, always jumping on the bed and purring up a storm, just like you did. They are so beautiful and in many ways, I think you sent them. Play nice at the Bridge, my beautiful kitten...
I will be your shelter
I'll give you my shoulder
Just reach out for my love
Reach out for my love
Call my name and my heart will hear
I will be there, there's nothing to fear
I will be here for you
Somewhere in the night
Somewhere in the night
- Michael W. Smith