My beautiful Kayla,
Where do I begin? It's been 4 weeks since I helped you on your journey to God's garden. Not a day passes that I don't miss your small warm body on my lap, your inquisitive meows as if to say "whatcha doin mommy?", or your rumbling purr. You had such a big purr for a little girl.
December 30, 1995. That's the day you adopted me. I was at the shelter looking for a new baby to love. Your angel brother Bailey had died in October, and your angel brother Kissy had died on Christmas Eve. My heart was shattered. But you came and took it over and made it whole again. Thank you.
We had 15.5 years together filled with ups and downs. You were beside me every step of the way. I married your Daddy when you were 2 years old. When you were 4 we adopted your baby brother, Tyler. I think he misses you almost as much as I do. Your human brother came along when you were 8. I don't think you and Ty were too happy when my lap disappeared! But the lap came back and I believe you eventually came to love your brother without fur.
Sweetheart, I hope you know how much I love you.
Love,
Mommy