I can't get over it, that you're really dead. You were my little brother...my second soul. I grew up with you at my side. You have cheer me up when I was sad, you came to me in the darkest night, you just...were here.
Never before I have lost something special... something I loved. But on the 24th of August 2011, I did.
Sheriff, my lovely cat died. He was 15 years old, just like me. Since that day...I never, never could be so happy. Not even almost. Losing you, was like losing my mind. But now look at me...I dont even remember when I held you the last time! You left me too early. If there only was a chance. A chance to save you. ...to save me. I can't count all the times I have cried because I lost you. I can't believe I miss you more than my grandfather... Was I too young? Did I not love him so much I love you? He died more than six years ago. Of course I loved him... but I didn't see him so much I saw you, Sheriff.
It's exactly one year ago. I still cry and I still can't be happy.