Dear Chancho just two weeks ago you were a vibrant playful kitty. You got up on the table and swatted my sandwich on the floor, then looked at me like you werent the one who did it. I didnt get mad in fact I laughed because the way you were looking at me and then down at the sandwich. You climbed up on everything and knocked stuff over a lot, but I still love you. It was only a couple days that you werent acting like your normal self and then you were gone. Im gonna miss your night time cuddles when I come home from work. You are missed by your whole human family and your litter mate, your brother Simba. RIP my lovable fur baby.