Dearest Phoebe... you are loved and missed so much. Even now my hands itch to touch you, feel your soft fur. You were our lil baby. And you had transformed our house into a home. Your toys are lying around and your half chewed carpet keeps reminding me of your naughtiness.
I know you must be frisking about now somewhere with your lil bobtail in the air. And I am happy to think that, but baby...ur papa and mama really miss u.