My little baby cat died yesterday. He was just about to turn 3 years old.

He climbed were he shouldn't have and injured his leg. We went to the vet and they sutured him alright. He woke up at the vet and... and he had a cardiac arrest. They couldn't save him...

He's gone and I can't do anything to change that. He's gone and my heart is burning in sadness. He's gone and I have to keep saying it because otherwise I start wishing this is all a nightmare

My baby is gone. My baby is gone and all I wish in this fucking world is to have him back

I want him back

He was such a good kitty, he did no harm to anyone ever in his life, he was playful and caring and so, so fucking soft, soft like a baby bunny.

He loved napping in the sun. He loved his brother. He loved his twinkle ball.

He purred so tiny he sounded like bells...

I'm gonna miss you so much baby boy. I'm gonna miss you, Jagger. I can't believe you left so soon. I can't... 

I love you baby. I love you so much... Good night, good bye...