Parker Parkour

Most days I’m not sure if cats are friends, toys, or frenemies, but when I was a baby I actually had a kitty sister named Darcy. I don’t remember a lot about her. Some days I don’t remember her at all. But when I do, I think of these things.

She liked to watch me while I slept, and didn’t like being chased. She didn’t get mad when I sat on the hammock of her cat tower, or chewed it when I was bored. She loved to sit on mom and my other human and make a very loud humming noise that they called a purr. She didn’t like to go outside like I do.

So when she did keep going out with mom in her little carrier, I was worried(and maybe a little jealous). She had to take medicines and didn’t want to eat, which was very weird because she was like me and loved food.

And then one time she left the house and didn’t come back. I was a little confused, but I could tell it was bad. My humans were very sad, crying a lot and using words like infection and cancer. I hate those words now.

I hope Darcy is happy, playing, eating, and pain free over the rainbow bridge. I hope she knows we still love and think of her(mom more than me), and that they still talk about her. I hope she knows that nearly two years later there are less tears but the sadness is still a real ache. And I hope she can see that I’m taking care of the humans for her.

Miss you, Darce M. Darce. ❤️🌼🕯️❤️

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