Goodbye Mr Chess

Yesterday (May 29th) our pussy cat Mr Chess died.

I'm going to miss him lots. He's been my bestest friend.

I first met him when I was just a few days old, although he had been purring to me in my Mummy's tummy for 9 months before that.

We got on like a house on fire from day one, although we sometimes found it hard to share my Daddy.

My second word (after Daddy) was Chess because I loved him so much and I know he loved me, because he used to let me pat him even though sometimes I wasn't very gentle.

He helped me open my first Christmas presents

and we played outside together

and his favourite place to sleep changed from Mum & Dad's room to mine - cause he loved me the best.

We're all going to miss you very much Chess Chess.