Another blow...
Born into an animal shelter, a little orange kitten was looking for someone to love him. He knew that if only he could get someone's attention he'd make sure he'd be the best companion ever.
The thing is...the little orange kitten couldn't speak. He'd open his mouth to say something to the lovely people looking into his cage, but just couldn't get a sound out.
For me, coming home and finding a new animal taking residence with me was nothing new. In fact, I half expected regularly. Don't get me wrong, I welcome the new additions, but being more practical than my girlfriend forced me to remind her on a daily basis that we didn't need anymore pets.
The day I came home to find a little mute orange kitten was mixed with absolute joy and a roll of the eyes. Realizing that the kitten had no voice, we named him accordingly, Mute.
As the kitten grew into a cat, he fulfilled his promise to always love the people that took him home. He'd rush to the door to great me, and would even jump into my open arms.
A year later, down at me feet I heard a small squeek. I looked down to find Mute staring back at me and again opened his mouth to let out a small pittyful mew. He's finally found his voice, and it's a tiny kitten mew.
We nicknamed him Mutt from then on concidering his massive size and tendency to drool when he purred. He was always up to playing and climbing or just hanging out with you.
Mute passed away two nights ago. He was a great cat and loved us with all his big heart.
Rest in peace Mute, daddy loves you very much.