(Friday 8th August 2014 – Thursday 28th July 2016)
He was almost 2.
Almost 2 years of furry fuzzy belly rubs
Almost 2 years of his tilted head stares
Almost 2 years of tripping over him on the stairs
Almost 2 years of him catching squirrels and mice and rats and all the little creatures and the big
His purr was deep and strong and kind
Sometimes when I woke up he would be snuggled up next to me on the duvet, those were always the best mornings
He never fought or scratched
He was such a gentle little soul
Tuxedo down to his white little socks, his back legs which had longer knee-length socks
He was such a loving little dork
I loved him so much
He should’ve been able to grow old and sleep on my lap
So I could shake the treat box and see his ears perk up when he was an old man
His eyes would stare at you sometimes so deep you wondered what he was looking at
But I never worried about him – he was so self reliant
He always came home when he was ready, snuggling up on his red blanket
Sometimes he would keep little dead treats like mice under the fridge and store them there so he could play with them later.
Of all of this litter, him with his two sisters he was definitely the softest, yet travelled the farthest
I would stare at his perfect teeth and his perfect tiny pink little nose.
He was perfect in every small imperfect way and he was mine for almost 2 years.
Bookish Lara 