Oh, my poor sweet Admiral...
I don't know how to start this. Finding the words to describe this feeling is the hardest part. My insides feel like they are out of place. I feel like I'm not 100% present in the moment. My whole body feels like it's floating. I'm trying so hard not to cry - I'm afraid to let these feelings in. I wish I wasn't sitting here now writing this.
I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you in time, Admiral Jellybean. I'm sorry you had to suffer outside on the streets for so long before you got help. I'm sorry you never got to experience love or compassion. I'm sorry everyone in this area never gave you a second thought and treated you like you weren't important. I'm sorry I never got to say good-bye. Had I known I'd never see you again, I would have let you know how much you meant to me before the veterinary technician took you away.
I wish you knew how special you were. A street cat that no one cared to love. No one else will cry for you except for me tonight. I'm not upset, I know you couldn't fight anymore and that's okay. You survived for so many years outside, year after year after year. Thank you for walking into the trap. Thank you for giving me a chance to save you. Thank you for not running away. I will always remember you - you can count on that. You don't have to suffer anymore. I'm trying to not cry as I type but I cannot express in words how it feels to know that you never got a chance to experience real love. Please understand that you were not worthless, you were not just a street cat, you meant so much more to me.
I will not let your death be in vain. I will continue to fight for every cat in your colony. I will continue to advocate for cats just like you. I will do everything I can because you have opened my eyes and showed me things I cannot turn away from.
I love you so much. I will miss seeing you walking around the neighbourhood. The Jamestown Jellybeans lost a noble and strong member. We won't be the same without you.
Farewell my good friend,
Until we meet again...