Nizza came into our lives as a tiny, sick little stray tortoishell kitten. But with a few weeks of tender loving care, she became a beautiful, playful fluffy bundle of love. My husband Robert and I were besotted by her, she was everywhere, playing, cuddling and making her little presence felt. We loved her as if she was our baby, and we were Mommy and Papi to her. She gave us 13 years of happiness and she could literally speak with her eyes. We treated her like a person, and every night, she would take her place in the middle of our bed and purr the night away.

When she finally became sick with breast tumors, I felt as if my life stopped. Our only consolation was that she never suffered. She was as playful as ever, always wanting to be the centre of attraction. 

She passed away peacefully at the Vets, and I know she did not suffer....she was in our arms and just quietly stared into my eyes and then went to sleep.

I am only writing this now, after 6 months have gone by because I did not have the strength to write before. Tears are streaming down my face. Life will never be the same without our darling Nizza.

Mommy and Papi miss you so much my baby. You will be in our hearts and thoughts forever.