Wicket was a former roommate’s cat that he abandoned when he moved out while I was not home. She was never allowed to show all the affection that she wanted to give and was always kept at arm’s length. That is, until the moment came for her and I to be family. From that day on I lovingly accepted all the little biscuits and kisses she wanted to give me, and let me tell you, there were so very many.
Little Miss Wicket. You were such a misunderstood little soul. You had so much love to give and no one to give it to for so long. I’m so glad we got to spend the years together that we did. Daddy loves and misses you every day.