Queenie

My best friend.

We found my Queenie under the shed in my grandparent’s backyard in 2005. A pregnant stray made that space her little home and gave birth to a few kittens, one being Queenie. As family, we got first pick of the kitten we wanted. I was only 4 years old, but I knew the fuzzy little kitten was the one for me.

I grew up with her. She was, is, my whole world. Even after moving away for college, I could not go 24 hours without getting a picture of her. I always spoke about her, showed friends old and new pictures of “my baby”. You were a part of me, my sweet Queenie, I don’t know who I am without you.

I would do anything to have you lick and scratch loudly at the end of my bed when I’m trying to sleep just one more time. I wish I could pet you just once more, telling you not to be “such a grump” because of your resting grumpy face. I miss when you’d meow very loudly if we didn’t pay attention to you for a second. I’m so sorry I have not been home in a few months, I will never forgive myself for not saying goodbye to you in person.

18 years was not enough with you. At 4 years old, I was convinced you would live forever, and I learned at 22 that thats not true.

Rest easy, my baby. You will forever be in my heart and the locket I wear around my neck. I love you.