When I found you at 5 years old you were so little and your mother had left you with your head stuck in a fence, I rescued you and just couldn't put you down. Mom begged Poppy and Dabby to let me take you home and finally they agreed. I brought you home with me and used a bottle to feed you baby cat formula, you would bite the nipple off of the bottle every time. We would put you in a huge cardboard box to keep you safe and you would constantly jump out of it until we finally gave up. We named you peekaboo because you would always hide under the couch and as we walked by you would lunge at our ankles, you would bite and scratch for no good reason but I still held you and loved you, I still have scars running down my arm from when you tried to climb on my shoulder like Pywacket would do with Dabby, but you were too heavy and I was too small. I would always spoil you with treats. You would love to look outside at the birds and meow with your injured throat and it sounded like a little lamb. You would steal my hair ties and hide them in your water bowl, I used to throw them at you and you would catch them in mid air. After Poppy died you were the one who let me cry myself to sleep in your fur every night, you were always with me when I was sick. When I moved in with Erick and barely saw you, you adopted my mother as your owner and kept her company for me when I wasn't there, you took care of Dabby when Pywacket died and you were friends with Spike and Philbert.
When I got there tonight...Just before you left me, you were still warm, I told you how much I love you and that I will always love you, that you are my baby, I know you heard me Peeks. I know your up there with Poppy and Pywacket watching over all of us, I can still feel you around me and it makes me happy knowing that you were happy and healthy. I don't know why you left...But you'll always be in my heart. Thank you for being my cat. Rest in peace my little hair tie stealing, ankle biting, shoulder pouncing panther
