Casper, I can't believe 11 long months have passed since I held you in my arms. If I close my eyes I still see you so clearly in my mind...your sweet little face, the way you would stretch your little neck when I petted your head to get closer to me, how you were forever rubbing your fat little cheeks against the furniture, marking your territory. You were such a good boy. I remember the first time I saw you. You were barely 6 weeks old, this teeny little ball of blue fluff, and it was love at first sight. I couldn't have children so you became my baby. Oh my, how you cried that first night. Your dad lifted you up into bed with us and you fell asleep on my pillow, beside my face and that was it, the routine was set. You were such a free spirit...playful...so laid back...the sweetest kitten that grew into the love of my life.
The day you left me was the worst day of my life and I honestly thought that the pain would last forever. Your pain had ended, thank God, whilst mine was just beginning. These past 11 months have been so hard without you small man, but it's getting better. I know it sounds corny, but time does, indeed, heal.
I told you that day Casper, the last time I ever held you in my arms, how much I loved you, and I promised you that I would never forget you. I still miss you so much, and I know I'll never stop missing you, until that day comes when we meet again. Until that day, my darling, you will always be in my heart.
Rest in peace Casper
16 January 2008- 7 November 2009