You made my life good. You were so beautiful in this life and I hope you are even more beautiful now.

Kurt saw you happy. I hope you are.

I love you, you sneaky little thing. You got under all my defences. You were my joy, you were so beautiful.

Katje Ashleigh Baerchen Tweeters Buttons Webster Ripley aka Miss Mietzenkatz' the naughty, little one, Mietzenmousie, my baby, the therapeutic pet.

I cannot bring you back and you showed me what love is but, oh, is life ever hard without you.

Your beautiful black fur, your demanding meow, you, leaping and bounding, contracting your body.

Kurt and I buried you in your garden but you are not gone for us.

We miss you.

I hope you are happy, my baby.

I hope I will see you again some time or no time because that will be when I am dead, too, but the hope of seeing you again, holding you again, patting you again allays my fear of death. If death means we can be together again, then that is just fine. I'll die without complaint any time death takes me if that will reunite me with you.

I love you.

In Loving Memory of Katje.

Copyright © Maren
May 22, 2001