The day I thought would never come….has. My cat that I’ve known nearly all my life is now gone. I thought I would be alright….I was wrong. I feel like a part of me is gone and never coming back. He’s had a good life though, some 18 years which is extraordinary for a cat, that doesn’t make it any easier though. If anything, it makes it ever harder. Words cannot, and will not ever be able to express the grief that I feel. He was one of….probably my very best friend. I think back to all the fun we used to have. All the crazy things he used to do. I think about his crazy moods and hiding under the rug. About his love of climbing into things, boxes, bags, our giant glass jar. I think about the time he set at the table and looked like he was ready for dinner. I think about him curling up in my lap for a long nap. I think about the abuse he took from me….the time I dropped him down the stairs, the time I put a clothespin on his tail. I suppose I wanted him to live forever….and thought that he would. I thought that he would always be around. What small comfort is in the fact that I got to say goodbye….and that he didn’t suffer. Though really, those seem like very small comforts. I just hope he know how much I loved him. Rest in peace my dear friend. I will never forget about you. You will always hold a very special place in my heart.