My beloved Baxter,
It's been nearly two weeks since you left us, Baxter, and my heart is still breaking. Tears come too quickly to my eyes when I think of you and how your passing has left such a void in our lives.
You came to us shortly after my father died, along with your brother Bruno. Such cute little kittens you were! After you'd been with us for a couple of months, I realized that when you slept, you snored just like my father used to! I would joke with my friends that Dad had been reincarnated as my cat, Baxter. I didn't really believe it, and yet there was something so special about you, that even now, I wonder. You and my father were the two most loving beings I've ever known. You gave so much love, and expected nothing in return but to be loved back.
When my father died, I didn't really have a chance to really say goodbye to him, it all happened so quickly. I shed a few tears, but didn't really cry, even though he had been the most important person in my life. So when you died, Baxter, it was as if the flood gates opened. I cried my heart out, not just for you, but for him as well. I guess in way, this is a gift you've given me, to be able to finally really say goodbye and to mourn both of you.
Dearest Baxter....thank you for being such a good friend. If you see my dad, wherever you are, please let him know how much I love him and miss him. And know that I'll never, ever forget you, my most special of cats.
PS - Bruno misses you so much. He lies on the arm of the sofa all day, chin on the cushion, and legs on either side. Sometimes I hear him plaintively mewing, alone in the living room. I think he's calling for you.