My beautiful angel. I still can't believe you're gone. I can't express just how deeply I miss you and how much this hurts. You weren't just a pet. You felt like a sibling. You got me through my childhood. You were always there and knew when I needed a hug. You listened to me and kissed me when I cried. I'll never forget your hilarious 'woo-woos' or your circuits around the garden. Or how you spent 3 days in the new garden when we moved. It's when the weather is warm and sunny I remember you spending all the time you could enjoying it. You looked so happy. I hope you were. Going home isn't the same anymore. I hate it and avoid it because it's just not the same. I'm sorry I couldn't get you to the specialists in time. I'm sorry I couldn't make her listen to me. I'm sorry for how I chose to deal with your passing. I'm sorry I'm still furious and cry whenever I think about you. I'm sorry I wasn't there when it happened. I should have been and I'll never forgive myself for that. But I knew. You passed at 3.30pm, and at 4pm I knew you were free. She didn't tell me until 5.30pm... I know you're free of your pain now, and happy. I just wish I could see you again. I wish I could get that last image of you out of my head and not feel you being ripped from my arms and taken away from me forever. I wish you didn't have to die the way you did. I'm sorry, my angel. I'll always love you and I'll never, ever forget you. I promise. When it's my turn to go to the other side, I hope you come and visit me! I love you, Millie.