My angel, Tabby. We took you in when you were very young, you had many fans in the street, a popular gentle soul whose eyes were always smiling. You purred loudly, you made sounds like you were talking to us and you snored like a coal man. You slept on my bed since I was 11, I thought you’d live forever and you will only in a different place. When I come home you be there to greet me first, don’t you forget. You were put to sleep as you were ill but now you’re more alive than any of us. Love u X