dearfulbaby
The beginning of the story
It was midnight when Leo heard the faint cry—a soaked, golden-furred kitten trembling under a flickering streetlamp. He tried to walk away, but she limped after him, her tiny paws leaving muddy prints on his shoes. He named her Sunny, for the way her amber eyes glowed even in the rain.
Cherished Moments
Love Beyond Time
Sunny’s portrait still hangs above Leo’s desk. Her story reminds us: love isn’t measured in time, but in moments—the headbutts at 3 AM, the stolen socks, the quiet trust of a rescued soul.
At Dearfurbaby, we don’t just make memorials… we help love outlive loss.



