I will always remember you, Tom. The first time we met was at the trailer park in Durand, Michigan. You come from the open field across the trailer and bounded in the house for your breakfast. You ate with a great appetite  You especially loved tuna and potatoe chips. When Grandpa open up a can of tuna to make tuna fish patties you were right there to get some. I have a picture of you and Grandpa and the can of tuna. You snuggled up close to me in bed and purr your pretty song. Your purrs were so smoothing to me. I love your fluffy, soft fur. You were so silky and your fur shined after I comb and brush you. Remember when your tail frozed and I put it over the heat vent to thraw out? Then I comb and brush it and everything was all right. I miss you, Tom. I know you're happy up there and you wait for me when I cross the Rainbow Bridge. We will meet again' my dear, faithful friend.