To Our Sweet Wyatt,

It's been a couple of weeks without you Wyatt and the house is not the same. You started off as an odd pet, the runt of the litter, not really needing anyone perhaps because your brother Oliver took most of our attention. You even stayed under the made bed during the summer and all we saw was a lump. You never asked for much until you got older and started to loose your hearing. About 7 or 8 years ago, you became super close to daddy. Whenever he sat down, you would snuggle up against him and tuck your head against his leg. It was the cutest thing. You even hogged up the bed between us sleeping in your dad's arm every night. Though you hated being brushed at 3 months old, it became your favorite thing and bothered us to constantly brush you when you were in your cat post and us at the computer. You made it to 20 years and 4 months. We couldn't ask for more time with you. In these last few weeks, we are trying to remember the good times, the snuggles, the soft purrs; not just your last breath or moment when they took you away. Glad we (especially your dad) were able made to make you as comfortable as we could during your last days before you went over the rainbow bridge. Say hi to Louie, Chloe, Miggs, Rusty and Red for us.

Love,

Mommy