Goodbye, Smokey. You were only 9 months old and way too small to leave this world as you did. You are the most fierce, toughest, badass kitten I've ever met. You crawled your way into the hearts of many and stuck your tiny claws in and never left. Not even now. You could put Vikings to shame with how tough you were. You could move mountains without even breaking a sweat. Yet, you were too small. Too young. Too lovable to leave this world. I am so, so, so sorry I couldn't do anything to save you. Say hello to Nala, Munchie, Milkshake, Angel Belle, Raja, Anubis, Maggie, and Fritz for me.
I will always look for you when I come out of the restroom. I will always want to smile down at you as you follow me down the hallway. I will always search for your tiny, curled up body, sleeping peacefully on the couch somewhere.
You stared a great dane down with no fear. You would not move if you were in the way. It was us who had to move. My heart will always ache to kiss your tiny forehead and feel your fur one last time.
Goodbye, my sweet vampire. For such a tiny pygmy, you left a huge hole in our hearts. You are all I will see when looking at kittens now.
I miss you so goddamn much.
Your too young of a ghost will continue to haunt me with your memories and I don't know if I should smile or cry.