When I first saw you, you were only three days old. My conceited eleven year old mind wanted you purely because you were the prettiest. I remember how tiny you were, how you couldn't even stand up. I hated that we had to leave you behind that day, I couldn't wait to see you again, you were all I thought and talked about for weeks. The day we got to take you home was the first time I noticed how big your ears were, they always looked so odd coming out of your little head, right from the start. I expected you to be nervous when we got you home, to run behind televisions or under tables, but you weren't at all. Your arrival here was just like the rest of your life – so happy for all the attention and a little curious. I remember watching you bouncing off walls and chasing the sun that came through the window. Causing havoc to mum's carpet - much to my gleeful encouragement, but we'll always keep that one between us.
How you managed to get Lucy on your side, I'll never know. But I’ll always remember how close the three of us were, playing games and then falling asleep on each other in the garden. You used to insist on coming with us on her walk, I never minded, it was hilarious to see the two of you trotting along beside each other, I was so proud of my dysfunctional little family.
She loved you so much, every time she heard that horrible fat cat picking on you she'd howl at the door until I opened it for her to run out there and chase it away. We all did our fair share of chasing away your bullies, shouting at that horrible fat cat, memorable occasions when I'd kick a football at him. You never left Lucy's side when you were together, I'll always remember looking out my window and seeing you playfully bopping her nose with her just staring at you, the way you used to attack her tail and she'd just stand there and let you, the countless times I'd walk into he garden finding both of you with a bird in your mouth, her looking guilty, you looking over the moon. Haha, you were her little shadow, I think she liked that. Now you've both left me.
I remember coming to terms with the fact that you were gay when you used to spend a lot of time with that ginger cat. Either that or you’d joined some form of street gang to distract you whilst I was at school. There was rarely an evening that i’d walk to the front door and not find you lurking with him by the flower pots. I think eventualy you found the homosexual life wasn’t for you, or that you just didnt have it in you to be a gangsta because you stopped following that ginger cat around. I like to think it was because he started picking on Chloe, and despite our mutual hatred for her, you didn’t like that.
You were there with me through my first broken heart, through losing friends, through losing Lucy, through losing Sarah to university and boyfriends, through the first night I had to spend alone in the house; you stayed with me, in my bed, I remember waking up with a mouthful of hair because you were laying on my chest. When I was ill, you'd always keep me company, my little purring water bottle. The first time I bought a boy round, haha, you made him feel more uncomfortable than dad did, staring at him with your head to one side, a scene not unlike the godfather. And that unforgettable street experience at 4am.. gosh.. I was shouting at him so loud, the whole time you just sat proudly by my side, supporting me in your own little way as I screamed the street down in my drunken rage. You sat with me for ages after he left, just in the street, mum and dad don’t even know about that, I’m so appreciative that I had you there that night.
I have so many friends who’s hearts you’ve stolen, no one could sit down in this house without having you on their lap shortly after.
I love how you used to join in, like that time me and friends dressed you up as Rihanna and pretended to make you sing ‘shut up and drive’ in the car, but a part of me thinks you enjoyed it just as much as I did. Mainly because you were purring so loudly and of course that you were centre of attention.
I’ll miss the way you raise your head when you want me to tickle your chin, or the way you’d tap my hand with your paw every time I stopped stroking you. I’m gonna miss the awe you evoked everyone that met you, how jealous they’d be of me owning this hilarious character of a cat. I’m gonna miss going to the vets telling us that they couldn’t hear your heartbeat because you were purring so loud every time you went for a checkup… even during your last one they had to hold you by the tap to stop you purring. I’m gonna miss your smell the most, I keep getting whiffs of it on my bed and thinking that you’re there. That smell is home to me.
I know you know how much I loved you because 90% of the words that came out of my mouth when I was with you were ‘I love you’.
The night we first noticed you were sick, I was told not to let you on my bed, but when you jumped up I didn’t push you off, I fell asleep stroking you and asking if you were ok.. your ears were so hot. But you were still purring away. It hurts me so much to think of how much pain you must have been in even then. You stayed with me all night, you were so floppy and ill..
So here we are at the end, and the last time I stroked you was the only time I’ve ever done so and had it not result in a purr. You were so lifeless on that table, the only time you moved was to lift your head to let me scratch your chin. You’re full to the brim with this evil poison and it’s tearing me apart that I can’t do anything about it. The vets keep telling us that you’re a fighter, I know you’re giving them hell with that bandage and that you’ve kicked it off three times, that makes me smile a little bit. I have to come to terms with the fact that this is the end, any positivities are irrelevant, you didn’t purr, that’s your way of telling me. I wont fight for them to keep torturing you, I don’t want you to be in pain. Thinking of you alone in that cage and not here in my bed with me tears me apart, I’m sorry you’ve spent all these years being my friend and now I can’t be there to be yours, I’m sorry I never got up in the middle of the night to stop that horrible ugly cat from beating the crap out of you, maybe if I had things would have been different… I’m sorry I never pushed mum and dad to take you to the vet about your cough when it started, I’m sorry for every single time I pushed you off of my lap or for ever ignoring you or treating as though you were unimportant, I’m sorry Sarah wont get to say goodbye, I’m sorry she didn’t even care enough to come home, I’m sorry I wont get to see you grow old, I’m sorry I never really appreciated you enough, I’m sorry my efforts to defend you in front of mum often resulted in her telling us both off, I tried my best, I’m sorry I couldn’t have let you come inside more, I’m sorry that this is over, I’m sorry I won’t get to tickle those massive ears again. I’m sorry I forgot your birthday every year and that I only fed you once on those days I was supposed to feed you twice.
Thank you for being there for me more than anyone else has ever been. My favourite little soul, it’s not fair I have to let you go so soon. Six years wasn’t enough, but thank you for making six years of my life that bit better than they would have been without you. I’m sorry I’ve done an awful job of summing you up, you were so much more than this. I’ll miss you everyday for the rest of my life.
I’m going to tell everyone about you, everyone yet to enter my life will feel as if they’ve known you.
Thank you for everything little man. x

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this is so sweet, and I'm so very sorry. my baby girl got knocked down on the road last night so I know how you feel. there just like family, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, you'll be in my thoughts.

I'd be gobsmacked if there's a dry eye left in this house after reading that. I'm sat here in floods.

Massive, massive hugs for you.

xxx

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This. So am I.

And OP, I'm so, so sorry :'(

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So sorry for your loss. Losing a pet you grew up with is so hard

But you obviously had a great time together and in time you will able to look back and laugh and be happy thinking about your happy times together

I still miss my 2 dogs I had from about 7 to 17 - they got me through so much especially my teenage dramas and always forgave me when I forgot to feed them or when I took them for ridiculously short walks because I would just sit with them in the cafe in the park with my friends

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Totally agree.

So sorry for your loss hun, big hugs

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This is lovely, though it has me in tears, I'm so sorry xxxxxxxxxx

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That was the most loving tribute I have ever read May your darling cat be chasing butterflies over the Rainbow Bridge. My heart goes out to you

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How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven. - Robert A. Heinlein
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What a wonderful tribute to your special cat. I am so sorry

What a great summing up of your close friend. It is such a sad ending.
R.I.P little one

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