Dear Taylor,

Sixteen years ago you came into my life. You were so small and so sick, the vet didn't think you would make it but you proved him wrong. You were the best companion a person could have. Always by my side, loving me. You even liked to lick my hair as if you we're grooming another cat! You were the one constant through my life. The one thing I knew I could count on to be there. Through marriage, divorce, moving, 2 kids (8yrs apart), and another marriage, you weathered it all with grace and love. I will always remember the time when I was recovering from surgery and you only left the bed when I feel asleep. It's amazing how you knew what I needed, sometimes even before I did. I'm am sorry if you had been sick for awhile before I knew it. Even up to the end you were affectionate and playful. The night we lost you, even though you were trying to be your old self, I knew something was wrong. I knew when we took you to the vet that you were not coming back home with us. I am glad I got to say goodbye to you. I wanted to make sure that you knew how grateful I was for the time I had with you. That's why I kept saying "thank you". I couldn't think of anything else, beside I love you, that you needed to hear.

Goodbye sweet girl.

Love,

Mommy