Our little girl, our beautiful princess...
You came into the world in the house that would be yours for life. It was a privilege to see you born - so small, so perfect, so charming.
You were born with a brother who left minutes later, and perhaps that's why you became unique, the owner of yourself, of everything and everyone.
You were brought up surrounded by love, and from an early age you filled our home with light and life.
You had a natural charm, a noble attitude and a very distinctive temperament - you loved us unconditionally, but in your own way, always true to your heart.
You did what you wanted, when you wanted - and not because someone told you to. And we wouldn't have it any other way.
You were unique. You are unique. You'll always be unique in our hearts.
You were possessive and protective, absolute owner of your territory.
Woe betide the cat that dared to cross your path - you unleashed your war cry, "either I kill or I die", with all the courage that characterized you.
You were so loved... Serginho was your soul brother, your chosen one to sleep with and share the silences.
Dad was your accomplice in the craziest games.
And I, your mother, was the one who looked after you, fed you, watched every gesture, every change, every sign.
You loved my affection and my petting - and I loved the look in your eyes, that mixture of sweetness and independence.
Ah, Moka... how many sofas and carpets have resisted you? None!
Nail scratchers were "for boys", you said with a look.
And at the vet's, what a terror! So beautiful, so cute, but with a courage and strength that no one could master - except, sometimes, Dr. Margarida.
You were happy, even with the setbacks that life brought you.
Always a fighter, always resilient, overcoming everything with dignity and bravery.
For twelve years you were our joy, our companion, our daily love.
Now there are three of us... and there's a huge void in the house and in our hearts.
This damned cancer came back to take you, and you still fought to the end - with the same strength and courage that have always defined you.
There's no greater pedigree than yours.
You were - and are - our Triple Goddess, like Bastet, the goddess of cats and love in ancient Egypt.
The most adored, the most important, just as you were for us.
We love you and we always will, my Goddess.
We are without your presence, but never without your protection.
Wherever you are, keep watching over us, our Moka.
Moka 02-05-2013 to 12-11-2025
12 and a half years of total tenderness!
