I was 7 when my father brought you home. He found you in the marketplace, hiding under a stall. |
You were a kitten, but you were kinda round and fat, and much larger than other kittens. I instantly loved you.
You adored people and company, loving those belly and cheek rubs. You wanted to stick around guests, even if they didn't like you. Who cares about them, I was your human. Our connection was important.
You moved with me twice. You were so loud, constantly meowing. My friends and I laughed at the sound you made when you would jump from a window. You were a large kitty, so it sounded like something very hard fell on the floor. But it was just you, running around crazily. Even with the whole world in front of you, you chose to be inside with me, or just peacefully watching from the window. I miss your meows already.
Thank you for making my life awesome for 17 years. I hope you were happy and had everything you needed.
Sorry for not being there when you departed. I will never forgive myself. I hope now you're pain-free.
Run free and don't forget about me!
Almost two years have gone by. I remember and miss both of you every day. I try not to let myself be sad, but today it hit me again, I can't stop the tears. I've lost my old life and I would like to go back if at least for a day, sit in the living room with mom, dad, uncle, you and Pac. Go back to the simplicity of happiness and joy of just being around all of you that I held so dear. Coming here brings back so many memories. I love you.