Promise Kept

When I found you in my yard all those years ago as a kitten, you were in such poor health, I thought you would die.

I promised you that if you were going to die, at least you'd die warm, well fed, and in a safe place.

Today, I kept that promise.  You were warm.  You were safe.  And I held you until the last.

Good bye old girl.  I'll miss you. 

Squeaky

January 1, 2001 - August 14, 2018