I had him since he was a tiny baby kitten. He was so small and tiny, he fit into the palm of my hands - and I was only a child.
We grew up together. I moved around a lot as a kid, didn’t have much family, didn’t have any friends. I was the weirdo, the odd one out, the loner. But it was all okay because I had my kitty by my side.
Anytime I was sad, upset, in tears, he would console me, be with me, put his paw on me. He saved me when I was at my worst. And I was at my worst so many times.
My baby was suffering so much. I can’t get his suffering out of my head. I keep replaying his pain over and over. I’m told he was 15, he lived a long happy life, I did the best I can. But I can’t get over his pain.
What can you do when you lose the only friend you’ve had for years? The only solid family. I feel like he was the only genuine love I’ve received.
He is my sweet baby angel forever and ever. My light and happiness. I’ll miss you forever.