For my sweet boy, from the day you decided that you belonged with me to your last breath, you were a lifetime of joy and never a moment's trouble.  



Remembering back to that poor starved kitten who followed me home, thank you for working so hard at convincing me that I needed you. You made me a better person with your sweet personality and easy-going nature.  



You tolerated being bullied by your older, much heavier feline brothers, in fact you held your own, hence your name.  Then I watched you mature and turn into the amazing little prince that you are and knew that you were a lover, not a fighter.  You tolerated a major move from the apartment into a house, in fact, I think you really loved the stairs and the backyard.  



You tolerated the addition to our family of one big dog, then two and put them in line and taught them to respect you and to be gentle and love you from afar.  Your sisters love you too and miss you much.  



And when you got ill, you tolerated the poking and prodding and the blood tests and the nights on IV and the pills and the unpalatable foods.  And three days ago, and two days ago, and half of yesterday, as I cradled you in my arms and fed you pureed food through a syringe, you tolerated it because you knew I needed to do whatever I could to try to make you well.  



And then you looked up and told me, so clearly, with your eyes that it was time to let you go.  And as much as it hurt, for all the gifts you have given me, I had to listen.  And at the end, as we waited for your vet to return, you closed your eyes and slipped away.  



Just to make it easier for me ...  





I love you and miss you, Scraps, you'll never be forgotten