Well Mr Moe, it has been two months (yesterday) since I said goodbye. Darn, and I'm still getting tears in my eyes, just typing this. I see your pictures pop up on the computer at home every once in a while and I smile. But the other day I saw two in a row and I just sat down and cried again. (darn it, I am again and I'm at work)
I have your picture as my desktop at home. The one of you peeking out from under the comforter when we first moved in with Bruce and DJ. I hope you and DJ are getting along up there.
I honestly do not think I can ever get another cat. Not only because Miss Paizly Poo is a little brat, but because I don't know that I could love another cat the same.
I do feel like you left part of your personality with Paizly. Since you've been gone she has begun to do things that remind me of you. It's so strange. She has taken over the cuddle time during my stretches in the morning. She now lays on me or the body pillow on the bed all the time. She meows her head off at me in the morning. Although you did it for food, she does it for attention.

I still feel like I might have been premature on letting you go. I hope I was not and that you understand.

Love you Moe Moe!