You fought us every step of the way, but today you said we had to let you go

On the 25th February we had to say goodbye to our cat Poppy.
She was more than 'just a pet'. At 18 years old she was a very long-lived part of the family.
I remember her scraggy little wild self at nans, hissing and spitting.
I remember when we first brought her to ours.
I remember her running across the garden because a leaf fell and scared her.

I feel so aweful for ever shouting at her, or making her go down the stairs, or leaving her outside that bit longer when she wanted to come back in.

I'm sorry, and I told her that as mom held her while they sent her to sleep. And she looked at me while i was stroking her, that moment before she was gone, and I knew it was okay.

But I can still hear her meowing at my door. Miss you and love you xxxx