I found you 14 years ago to the day I had to say good-bye to you. I have had shelter animals all my adult life-but you were special; a fighter up until the last. You were my best friend, my confidant-and when you would hear me cry (quite a bit in the last year-after my Mother was diagnosed with Alzheimers)-you would climb into my lap, rub your head against my chin, and provide me all the comfort I could want-all the while purring softly. You were a friend to my children (now all grown) and a constant source of amusement to my husband (who named you). You were such a regal creature-but he insisted on calling you Steve...and that fit you perfectly. I thought the worst pain would be holding you in my arms while you passed away, taking your last breath against my heart (from Cancer)-but my heart continues to break-every time I think of you. Every time I still listen for your insistent requests for dinner, or my attention-You were Siamese after all-and quite a talker. Molly, Red and Alli-kitty all still look for you-I couldn't bare to through away your dish-so I keep in a place of honor in our curio cabinet-
I have looked for a picture of you I could post here-but none capture what you meant to me-
I send you my love, Steve-you stole my heart those 14 years ago.
