Gwen

Gwen was a queen—self-aware, adored, and utterly worshipped. I was her person and her favorite. From the moment my mom woke me up with a tiny kitten crawling across my chest we became inseparable. I spoiled her so much that my mom used to joke, “Gwen doesn’t even know how to use her own legs!".

It was true. Gwen spent most of her time curled on my chest, tucked in my bed or burrowed in her favorite place we called “the cloud" which back then meant the Ikea duvet.

Her sixteen years were filled with unconditional love and reverence. She was and still is iconic. I promised her she’d live on and she has, namely as the Miss Kitty Poppins logo.

I love you, Gwenzy. I miss you.