I love you. I hope you know that. I've loved you since we met. You gave me a home and a life, and I'll never be able to repay that kindness. I wish I could do more. I wish I could do so much more. I want to say so much. Like how I've always enjoyed your hand stroking my hair, and the way you pull me close and let me lie on your chest. Or how without fail you always have dinner ready for me, even if the food isn't always the best. Or how I love to cuddle up to you while you sleep, and feel your hand rest on me as I drift off. I even like the games you always play with me, with that stupid, adoring smile on your face. I don't trust that visitor, though, the one you can't see. It just stands in the dark and I'll just stare at it until it disappears. It doesn't like me. It won't come near me. But it never stays away. It just waits, trying to catch you without me near. I've done a good job of keeping it away. I guess I've done all I can. I'm old, sick. You brought me here, and from the way you're talking to me I can tell this is goodbye. Just stay with me 'till the end, please? Pet my head, call me a good kitty again. Please don't cry. I love you. I've done all I can to protect you. It was smiling when you took me away. I want to stay, but I can't keep my eyes open. I'm sorry.
