I think I was five or maybe even seven when you came into my life. I don't remember if you were the one Aunt Carol let me see, of it was your half siblings. I do remember, however, playing down in that big park at the trailer park, climbing the sticky sapping tree, and Aunt Carol pulling over each time she brought one of your siblings down to see if Grandma wanted you. Each one of you were so tiny and cute. Your whole body was white, except your paws, tail, ears and nose. Those were black. I'm really glad that Grandma picked you because I would have no idea where I would be without you.

We didn't start out with the best of friendship, in fact you weren't mine to begin with. Hiding every time I would come over because all was wanted to do was snuggle and kiss your little black nose. You and I were so little, you a baby while I was old enough to understand why the towers burned.

Do you remember when Grandma gave you away because you didn't get along with the tiny runt size fluff ball that she loved more? Do you remember how crazy you went because you couldn't stand the people she gave you to? Do you remember the bath mom gave you when you finally came to live with us? Oh gosh, how much you hated that, but they didn't take care of you.

From that day on you were mine, I tortured the hell out of you. Carrying you around like one of my baby dolls, coming to find you every time I got home just because I loved you so much. I even remember tucking you into a giant plastic doll stroller, you were my baby that much. In all honesty I'm totally surprised my whole body is scarred for all the scratches and bites you gave me just so you could get away from my chubby little hands.

It wasn't until halfway through high school that I finally stopped "torturing" you. Now, I can't go any where without you crying your head off trying to find me. Now, you curl up with me, on my chest, under my chin, across my lap. A day doesn't go by that I haven't come home to you following me around till I sit down so you jump up and put your head under mine.

Mickey, you are my whole world, the one thing that I look forward to coming home to. All the times you'd curl up in my arms and I just mash my face into your fur. And you would just lay there purring up a storm. I love you more then world's can say, you are one of the brightest lights in my depression darken world. In all 16 years that you been in my life, I don't think my day has been any better than coming home to your loud mouth, jet engine purr, jaw breaking cuddle fest.

I love you baby.