I miss my Mah-mah.

I'll be seven years old next month, and it'll be my first birthday without my Mah-mah. When I was born, she lived outside, but some nice people gave her food and love. When I was weaned, my Mah-mah followed me right into the carrier and so the nice people took her to the vet and brought her (and me and my brothers and sister) inside to live.

A few days ago, my Mah-mah disappeared. I think she was sick. Last night, I couldn't sleep, and I walked around looking for her and crying. My daddy couldn't sleep either, because he's also sad that my Mah-mah died. So, he petted me and tried to make me feel better.

I still miss my Mah-mah, though. I loved her more than anybody, and she loved me, too. She used to clean me and sit with me all the time. I sure wish she'd come home.