We are not judged by what we do, or how we act, or where we go, in the end I believe we are judged by how much we love and how much we are loved....

this applies to my Vincent, he lived more in his year of life than I think we could all hope to live. He loved me and his brother so much. All his life he was sick, but he tried so hard to live and love. He wanted to be like his brother so badly. I can still see the day I first set eyes on him, so tiny, so innocent and perfect. I have never in my life truly loved anything, but he was different, he was my angel and my son. I loved him more than life itself, more than any other person, or thing, or pet. his brother layed by him and comforted him to the end.

sadly I was in the shower when he went, and I find it hard to forgive myself, for not being there.. but I know he would not want me sad, I could go on and on of how perfect he was. all this morning until now I was holding him, feeling how cold and lifeless he was, nearly killed me at first, but thinking on all the good times, all those times I held him, loved him, it makes it less painful. James let me cuddle him, he never lets me do that,, but if cats could cry, he would have been..

Vincent Malloy
July 30, 2007 - July 19, 2008

I will remember him and love him till the end of my life. he meant the world to me..