It would've been your 1st birthday, baby boy. I would've gotten you presents, like those catnip mice you loved. Though you'd probably prefer the boxes they came in.
I still expect to hear you meowing at the door or to feel you jump on me to get attention or food.
I still cry over you everytime I remember you. I miss you so much. You where my entire world, and you're gone. And it's hard to accept it.
R.I.P Little love, baby boy, the light to my stars.
I miss you.