TigerFor 15 years you greeted me as I left home each morning, and as I arrived home each night. You came to me for fuss and admiration, which I willingly gave you. It made me happy to see you lazing in the sun, under a plant, your white paws and chest gleaming. It seems fitting that you passed peacfully, lying in the sun.I know that you weren’t, in fact, mine but that doesn’t mean that I loved you any less, or that I won’t miss you every day.