Mooch my baby, I love you so much, my heart is breaking. You were supposed to be a lap cat but you were the adventurer, I felt so cruel keeping you locked in when all you wanted was your freedom, so I gave you that freedom every morning, It was bad enough hearing your cries at night knowing all you wanted to do was go out. But you always came home after your adventures, especially when I shook the bag of prawns, sometimes green beans, happy to sleep the rest of the day away. But then last Friday, you didn't come home. Now I am tearing myself apart wondering if I should have let you free. I didn't even see you that morning, so I never got the chance to say goodbye.

You were the hunter, the thrill seeker, Andrew says that if you had of been human you would have been leaping off a cliff or driving a rally car.

You loved plastic bags, remember just the other week when I was cleaning outside and I threw all that sand in the garbage bag, you were in there and I didn't know until you came out covered in dust.

You had character Mooch, everybody loved you. But no-one more than me, and I am sorry for hurting you when I brushed your beautiful fur.

When I was out at night I worried about you, if I went anywhere overnight I had to take you with me, remember all those weekends when we went away, just you and me. If you weren't allowed then I wouldn't go, I couldn't leave you behind, you were my baby.

I can't see this heartache ever going away, I miss you so very much, we all do, Little S is looking for you, she wonders where you are. I hope that wherever you are you are doing what you loved best, running free.