To Purrcyville

You were the most laid back cat that I've ever met, from the first time we met 13 years ago when I opened the bathroom door and almost stepped on you and your sister, Miranda. That first night I slept with the both of you on the kitchen floor and eventually you found the courage to snuggle up to me and from that moment on you had my heart. Even when you were confronted by the other crazy animals in the house from Chyna to Chillipepper and in the end Bailey you maintained your cool and looked upon all their antics with detached curiosity. I still carry the one inch scar you left on my arm from that hot summer afternoon, when you still liked to lay down on my stomach, when somebody came in to the room suddenly and startled you into making a dash for it, gauging me in the process.

Your death this afternoon didn't really hit me until I tried to go to work and broke down in great heaving sobs. I'm sorry I felt ridiculous for mourning you. You are more than deserving of my sorrow. I'm sorry if I let you go in pain too long. I hope that you enjoyed your life as much as we did. I hope you know how much I missed you when I came home tonight and you weren't there to greet me.

Be in pain-free peace.