Today marks one month since you crossed over, and I still can’t believe you’re really gone.

You were supposed to become the world’s oldest living cat, but your little body had other plans, boo. You really did us dirty with your lil’ funky ass.

The house still feels different without you, but I believe you had something to do with Bella finding her way to us. You knew how deeply we were grieving, and somehow she showed up at exactly the right time. She’ll never take your place—no cat ever could—but she’s helping us smile again.

We miss you every single day, Diddy. Thank you for seventeen years of love, laughter, and unforgettable memories. Until we meet again, my sweet baby cat. ❤️🐈‍⬛