Bosco, my girl, my kitty. I remember the day my mom brought you home to me. I wanted to name you Oreo cause you were black and white and everyone hated it. You have been with me through puberty, boyfriends and ex boyfriends, mental breakdowns and happy times. 9 months ago, On March 4th 2020, I took you from my moms home because she wanted to euthanize you. We then lived downstairs in my grandparents basement. From then on I took you to some of your first vet visits and found out you had diabetes. You were losing weight and I knew I had to help you. You didn’t even get to finish your first round of diabetic food. I’m sorry if I failed you my baby. I’m sorry for not getting your new insulin sooner, and I’m sorry for not making sure I missed you and held you tight before I left the house that day, December 3rd 2021. You were there for me when I was at my lowest, and I should’ve been there for you when you needed me the most. I hope you understand the love I have and always will have for you. You were my first ever responsibility. You were my first ever pet that I had all to myself. I really thought you were getting better and I became so lazy with your treatment. I hope you can forgive me baby. I miss you so much. I wish I could’ve given you a more fulfilling life.
Bosco, 2009-2021
