Miss your company. Your warm body on my legs or chest. Your eyes

looking to the back of my head. And your silky fur through my fingers.

Your looking for my company at all times. As I as for yours. Your

barking turning back thieves trying to get into our little house in fear of

you. You were an Angel to us. We have your ashes and pictures in the

living room. But most importantly, in our hearts.

Sweet brother. Your time with us might have been brief but the

memory of you in us is eternal. At least till the Second Coming of Jesus.

Miss you.

EO