Kathy, I loved you. You were so beautiful. I loved to stroke your fur, like I did after I found you. Did you feel me?
I'm sorry I wasn't there enough. I should have held you more, shouldn't have let you become feral. Do you forgive me?
I made you a gravestone. I needed to do something, anything. It's drying downstairs--I made it out of clay. When it's done it will say, "Here lies Kathy, my beautiful little one. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I’d walk right up to heaven and bring you home again." Do you like it?
I know that dead spirit animals probably can't read posts on the internet, but I want you to know how I remember you. I want you to be remembered. And they say that once you've posted it it never goes away, so this is perfect.
You were pure white. Your entire plump, soft body was covered in the longest, silkiest white fur. Except for your spine, where a grey racing stripe went all the way from your head to your tail. I was going to take you to a pet show because of your fur. I'm not sure what happened to that.
You had inky black eyes that went all squinty when you were sleepy, which was pretty much all the time. Your ears were white with the tiniest bit of pink inside, and your tail was like the world's smallest pom-pom.
I remember that your nails were sharp. You could climb all the way up my bare arm using just those claws to hold on. But I didn't mind that it hurt; I thought it was funny to have such a fat little thing climbing on me.
Where are you now? Are you happy? Do you understand anything that you didn't before? I hope there's an unlimited supply of yogis there. If you need food in the afterlife.
I'm going to bury you under a daisy plant. That way your body will feed it and I'll always be able to look at that plant and know that there's a little bit of you in it. The circle of life will keep turning.
I love you. I hope you know that. I really do. I love you.
Goodbye, Captain. May your Voyage be easy.
Goodbye, Little One.