You were a young soul,
I was told so.
It made sense,
You mimicked your brother and sister.
They taught you to speak.
Although you never howled, as they did
You always spoke softly.
You learnt to play and run with them.
I miss you greatly,
I remember your soft meows.
I made the choice to end your suffering
and your soft cries haunt me.
I loved you dearly
and miss your gentle presence.
Love, Mummy, Lucas and Princess.
