Memories of your soft yet insistant meows, your gentle and soothing purrs as you lay by my side in the recliner or huddled next to me beneath the covers on the bed. I miss your twitchings, your kneadings, they are gone now and in their place there is an emptiness, a silence. No one comes running at the sound of the can opener, no one trips me up as I head down the hallway, no one prowls upon the bed at the first glint of the mornings light, no one pats my face with a gentle paw to awaken me and let me know that I have a job to do, that someone is waiting to be fed. No one attacks my shoelaces as I tie my sneaks now, no one sits upon the windowsill watching the birds or waiting for my return. I miss seeing you asleep upon the living room floor bathed in sunlight from the open window and awakening only to follow the sun as it moves across the room and I still marvel that no matter how expensive or elaborate the toys were, you were content ... no preferred, the simple things, a crumpled ball of paper or shoelace to chase about the room.
You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten. Good bye my friend.
1984 - 2002
