End of the Year and onto a New One
The holidays would have been nice. I have an amazing girlfriend who welcomed me into her home to spend Christmas. Her family was welcoming and I didn't feel as out of place as I thought I would. I was kind of an outsider, but her family was nice to me. I would have had an amazing New Years Eve, I had a few friends over and had a nice little get together. I had fun and it got my mind off of what had happened.
Purrseus got sick on Xmas eve and throughout the week we tried out best to save him, but on New Years Eve I had to say goodbye. I spent most of that week depressed and trying not to cry, but I think I knew what was going to happen in the end.
Purrseus was the most affectionate cat I have ever known. He had little quirks about him that I loved... or didn't love, but now that he's gone I miss them. He used to follow me where ever I went. I was always tripping over him because he always had to be RIGHT THERE. Even when I used the restroom he would jump into my lap any lay down. It was so starnge, but cute. He always rubbed his little face against my neck and boosted himself up to get even closer. If I went to put him down he would throw his arms around my neck and hug me. He had a thing with love bites. He never bit too hard, but when he was really happy he would nibble down lightly, like my arm was a corn on the cob. He had an unusually loud meow for a small cat. He loved to play and would always run around my apartment doing crazy break dance moves on the couch or in my bed. He would play cat launch, which was where I would throw him high into the air and as soon as he landed on my bed he would run right back down to my feet for another go. His favorite game was a string or shoelace. He had a weepy eye, but he never complained or pulled away when I'd clean it for him. He let me do anything to him and he would never bite, including stuffing him into a santa suit and hat for a photo shoot. He loved everyone, even the vet after giving him shots. He would follow them and be happy for the attention. He loved boxes and paper, because he would shred it up into tiny tiny pieces... so I would have to be careful what I left around, haha. He loved getting under the covers with me and always, always cuddled. He gave me kitty baths, along with other short haired friends. He just loved to lick short hair. I could always tell when he went poop, because he'd sprint out of the bathroom at high speeds and run a lap around my apartment. Silly kitty. He loved to bug Moo Moo, but also loved to cuddle with her. They were always snuggling. As soon as I stood still, he would flop down at or on top of my feet and roll around. I miss that. I miss everything.
I lost my little best friend, my baby kitty. I love him so much. But just as Tonya said, I should be happy that I had something so great in my life that could make me as sad as I am. And as Nathan said, I gave him lots of love and a great home. These things are true. I gave him happiness, and he gave me happiness. I should be happy that I got to experience such an amazing cat. As Kelsey said, (as a person who did not like cats before she met Purrseus) he singlehandedly made her into a cat person. And that makes me feel good.
Purrseus got sick on Xmas eve and throughout the week we tried out best to save him, but on New Years Eve I had to say goodbye. I spent most of that week depressed and trying not to cry, but I think I knew what was going to happen in the end.
Purrseus was the most affectionate cat I have ever known. He had little quirks about him that I loved... or didn't love, but now that he's gone I miss them. He used to follow me where ever I went. I was always tripping over him because he always had to be RIGHT THERE. Even when I used the restroom he would jump into my lap any lay down. It was so starnge, but cute. He always rubbed his little face against my neck and boosted himself up to get even closer. If I went to put him down he would throw his arms around my neck and hug me. He had a thing with love bites. He never bit too hard, but when he was really happy he would nibble down lightly, like my arm was a corn on the cob. He had an unusually loud meow for a small cat. He loved to play and would always run around my apartment doing crazy break dance moves on the couch or in my bed. He would play cat launch, which was where I would throw him high into the air and as soon as he landed on my bed he would run right back down to my feet for another go. His favorite game was a string or shoelace. He had a weepy eye, but he never complained or pulled away when I'd clean it for him. He let me do anything to him and he would never bite, including stuffing him into a santa suit and hat for a photo shoot. He loved everyone, even the vet after giving him shots. He would follow them and be happy for the attention. He loved boxes and paper, because he would shred it up into tiny tiny pieces... so I would have to be careful what I left around, haha. He loved getting under the covers with me and always, always cuddled. He gave me kitty baths, along with other short haired friends. He just loved to lick short hair. I could always tell when he went poop, because he'd sprint out of the bathroom at high speeds and run a lap around my apartment. Silly kitty. He loved to bug Moo Moo, but also loved to cuddle with her. They were always snuggling. As soon as I stood still, he would flop down at or on top of my feet and roll around. I miss that. I miss everything.
I lost my little best friend, my baby kitty. I love him so much. But just as Tonya said, I should be happy that I had something so great in my life that could make me as sad as I am. And as Nathan said, I gave him lots of love and a great home. These things are true. I gave him happiness, and he gave me happiness. I should be happy that I got to experience such an amazing cat. As Kelsey said, (as a person who did not like cats before she met Purrseus) he singlehandedly made her into a cat person. And that makes me feel good.