In memory of Moo

Moo was the love of our lives. She was spoilt, stroppy when she wanted to be, and controlled the house! But her  loyalty and love for us was something else. We could never sleep at night until we heard the cat flap and sure enough she would be straight up to bed demanding attention. She slept on my husband’s legs for years but he never moved because he didn’t want to upset her! We knew you were getting old and saw you slow down but couldn’t stand the thought of loosing you. When it happened, in our bedroom peacefully, our heart’s broke. Your ashes now sit in a ceramic heart on my bedside table next to your picture. Every night we say goodnight and give you a kiss and will continue to do so until we meet again. 

by Amanda Rodriguez