We Misstee you
La meva gata es petita como una margarita. This little poem was written just a couple of months after you became part of our family. It expresses in simple words the love we felt since the moment we met. You arrived at our house when we were still settling into the new town, and I guess in a way we all shared the same process: we were all discovering this new city, adjusting our lives to the new house, and discovering a new life. For you, it was about discovering this new family and making all the little corners of our house your world.
We misstee your greetings when we got home. We misstee you losing your manners when you smelled shrimp. We misstee you chasing us around the house when you thought it was lunchtime, which for you was an hour earlier every day. We misstee how gently you greeted unwelcome visitors: “Misstee, please do your cat job with the cockroach.” We misstee you cuddling in our laps. We misstee you stretching out in the heat on the balcony during the hot summer days. We miss your weight in our bed and waking up with your gentle but harsh kisses.
We misstee you, we do misstee you. You left us too soon, and because of that, it hurts too much.
