Dear Sissy,

It has been almost 6 months since we lost you. A pretty Calico with a white belly, and an orange and brown back. You were the only cat I ever owned, and before you I would have certainly categorized myself as a “dog person”. But when your owner died and you needed a place to go you came into my life, and showed me how loving and attentive cats can be as well. When you arrived and we learned your name was Sissy, we knew it was a sign you’d be a perfect fit for our family, as that was the nickname my baby sister always called me.

I miss your soft meows, and the way they’d get louder and closer together when you wanted to tell me something. I loved it when you were loud, I swear I could almost hear words amongst your meows. I miss how you would appear out of nowhere and sit on my lap as soon as I sat on the couch. Your purrs were so soothing. I would pet you from head to tail.

Taking care of you wasn’t always glorious, but it was a small price to pay for your company. I fed you, made sure you had water, cleaned your litter box, and bought you toys. Some nights you snuck up to sleep in my bed with me, a startling surprise, but I welcomed it nonetheless.

We were not sure of your age when we got you. We knew you weren’t young. But you lasted in our home for a couple years before we saw signs of trouble. But that didn’t make your death come any less of a shock. One day you were here, nibbling at my toes while you waited for me to feed you, and the next you were gone.

I think of you often and miss you. I know the rest of my family does too, even my dog. I am grateful you taught me to give cats a try, and to break through stereotypes about them. I wish I got to say goodbye, but I know I will see you again someday.

With love,

Morgan.