My bed is only covered in black hair now. I know I complained, but I would love my bed to be covered with your grey hair right now.
The spot you loved to lie in is where your brother now stays.
I miss your purr and the way you would keep me company.
I still expect you to come around the corner, or be sitting on the couch.
When I open the door in the morning I wait a bit before I remember that you are not going to come running out.
For one so small, you filled a large part of my heart.
CiCi, Cognac, CiCi-bear. I miss you.
