It feels like yesterday when you selected me to be your mama. I wanted to see the cute kittens and you climbed into my lap and stole my heart, and we went home that same day. I wanted to call you Smokey, but you decided Kitty Witty or Mr. Kitty as you got older was more appropriate. You slept on our heads as a baby and later by our feet, on us or between us - well, you were the boss. Wherever I went you followed and I felt your love every day, even through your attitude and funny looks.
Kitty Witty was so spoiled, but I loved him so much. I tried to always protect him and we had an unspoken language. I remember when I first took him to the vet and when they said "name", I proudly declared "Kitty Witty" only to have them say to my embarrassment "errr, no your name".
This past month you showed us love like you never did before, thank you my Poopadoops. I left him outside yesterday at 4:00pm to make a quick errand. The sun was shining, he was playing hide and seek with me and I thought he'd be okay - I wasn't going to be long. As I pulled up to my home one hour later, I knew something was wrong. There were two huge dogs sitting on the side of the road and I saw a dark object in the road and knew. My poor baby was holding on for dear life and I let him down, I wasn't there to save him! The vet tried everything to save him, but my poor baby died at 6:30pm. I thought, he'll pull through and I'll never let him out the house again, no matter how much he cries and begs. Before he died he reached out to me with his little paw and touched me. My heart is so broken - I let him down. I should never have left him out, I should've been home with him. My poor baby is gone and I don't know what to do. My Kitty Witty... I love you so much and keep expecting to see your pixie face.