I wrote this while you are still with us.
You were the kid's cat. You came to us as a kitten 15 years ago. I didn't write this for everyone else to read. I wrote this so that when I look at the Rainbow Bridge website and see it posted maybe then I can come to terms with you being gone.
Beeks, you were with us for 15 years. You watched my boys grow up and graduate from high school then college, get married, have kids of they're own. You survived getting your leg caught in the garage door, getting run over by me, jumping off the roof of the minivan as it went down the road and dislocating your hind leg and the string swallowing incident in which you tried to swallow 3 feet of sting and it got stuck in your throat.
You knew I wasn't a cat fan. I only tolerated you in the beginning because the kids liked you. But the last 7 years it was you and me Beeks. Those last 5 years you watched me grow older and I watched you get old and worn down. I visualized the day when I'd have to put you to sleep. I tried the best I could to prepare myself. Now I sit here crying like a little school boy.
I could write reams about you and me sitting on the couch watching TV or playing with your toys. I could try and regale everyone that you were my best friend and the best cat anyone could ever want. But we both know everyone's pet is best pet.
So Beeks, this is officially posted and that means you're officially and permanently gone from my life forever unless of course we both believe in this Rainbow Bridge concept. I'm willing to give it a shot if you are. I'd love nothing better than to pick up where we left off when my time comes.
You take care my furry black little friend. I'm sorry I'm the one that had to put you to sleep. But I think you'd have wanted it to be me. It's a duty that Dad's and Mom's are sometimes called upon to do.
I miss you so much my little Beeks.
I'll see you soon some day.
Dad
Beeks (a.k.a. Kiki) Spring 1994 -- June 25, 2010