It has only been a few days since your passing. I of course miss you terribly, and have been looking for signs from you. 8 years of life isn't long enough for a cat! I will treasure the memories you left me with, especially the last 2 years when I finally was able to properly care for you again.
You're with my mom now, so I know she'll take good care of you, as she did back when she was alive when you were younger. I found one of your whiskers today, and kept it. Arthur misses you too, even though you didn't appreciate his company as much as he did yours. I found some peach yogurt in the fridge at work today. I remember when I bought it, I was going to share some with you. I still feel guilty that I didn't do enough for you in your fast decline last week. Also, that I missed your signs that you were ill long before you got past the point of no return.
I'm sure you are with me. I just need time to accept that it was you time to go. While I'll probably never understand why, I'm sure you had good reason. Matt said that through the whole thing, you seemed to not have the fight in you. Please give my mom some hugs from me, and Shadow too. I will see you again someday. I miss you!