Tigger you were given to me when you were 6wks old, the lady did'nt want you because she had just had a baby and could'nt cope with a kitten as well, her loss--my gain!
you had never been ill in your life untill we found you had a tumour in your mouth, i knew then i would'nt have you for much longer and i tried to prepare myself for the worst, but on that day i could'nt hold back the tears, and i still can't hold them back, i miss you so much, it's hard to believe you wont be coming through the door again, Meg has been waiting for you, i think she is confussed as to why you are not here, but i have told her that you were very poorly and have gone to heaven.
Goodnight and Godbless "my little old man", go and find Lassie and Marmy, they will look after you.
i will love you for ever and you will always have a special place in my heart.
All our love
your Mum, and Meg
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx