To a friend,
In the days after your death I sit at my computer trying to avoid thinking about what happened to you. When thoughts of you go through my mind, and I am not overcome with grief , I go over and over in my head if I could have done anything differently. I try to find out where I failed you. I try to search my memory for that one deciding point where I could have really made the difference and saved you.
I can’t help but look back at the times we had together. The times when you were to comfort me with no thought of yourself, but only to bring a smile to my face. You were more then just a family pet. You were a part of the family, a good friend and a brother. You would never complain about anything. You would come to bed with us and purr your soft purr until we were fast asleep. At times you would lay down beside us when we napped, as if you were protecting us form something.
You were always there for us. Were we there for you, or did we somehow fail you?
You shall be missed my friend, always.
I can’t help but look back at the times we had together. The times when you were to comfort me with no thought of yourself, but only to bring a smile to my face. You were more then just a family pet. You were a part of the family, a good friend and a brother. You would never complain about anything. You would come to bed with us and purr your soft purr until we were fast asleep. At times you would lay down beside us when we napped, as if you were protecting us form something.
You were always there for us. Were we there for you, or did we somehow fail you?
You shall be missed my friend, always.