My darling Albie,
I always imagined your death would be something I heard about in a weekly phone call from my mother as I struggled through life in my early thirties. Instead, it was something that knocked me for six on a Sunday afternoon, just over a year since I first laid eyes on you. You were the most handsome little thing I’d ever seen. I feel silly writing to you, seeing as you’re a cat and all, but you always felt like much more than just our pet. You fit in with our family straight away and we couldn’t imagine what it was like before you came along. We fell for you instantly - I had no idea animals could have such character or personality until I met you, and yours was the fucking best. You brought us all such happiness, I just imagined I would get years of it. It breaks my heart to know I will never walk into the living room to find you sleeping behind the curtains or sitting on the landing when I wake up sucking your tail.
I miss you already little man. You were so very loved but you always knew that. Rest in peace.