Dedication to my 11 year old tuxedo cat

I remember Leo, our tuxedo cat. Samantha, my sister brought him here, finding him in a thunderstorm, you could hold him in one hand, he got grown, and that ended soon enough. His playing grew on mom and me, his accidents in the house, his clawing the recliner, climbing in my lap, biting my nose. He was a member of the family, then at the end he got sickly. He knew it was his time, he crawled under the kitchen sink and just passed away. Mom found him this morning before church. We will be burying him in the back yard tomorrow. Goodbye old friend, I love you and I miss you.