When we moved into our house you were living under our porch, just a baby. You would never let us touch you but we made you a house and fed you everday. we loved you and looked forward to your greeting when we came home. Last week I knew you were sick and I tried and tried to catch you so I could get you to the vet, but you wouldn't come, even thought your eyes were saying how much you hurt.

 I kept watching you and one day I didn't see you on the porch, I searched the neighborhood thinking you had gone to die but I couldn't find you- as I walked to the porch I thought maybe I should check your house. Sure enough you were inside curled up in your final rest. 

 We cried and cried for you, the kitty we loved but never got to touch.

  How I wish you could have known the touch of a loving human, how it felt to curl up in my lap.

  You are gone but you will never be forgotten. we love you Porch kitty.