Cheech
My feline companion. I Have owned you since I was 6. You have been my family, comfort when things were hard, the one that seemed to love me regardless of what happened. I brought you home when you were a kitten, you had just opened your eyes and yet you had been abandon in this world already. Sick and the doctors didn't think you would make it. I brought you home. I loved you and refused to give up on you. I refuse to let the vet put you down and fought with you to keep you alive. You grew and got healthy, I held on to you the entire time. Once you were big I was scared to let you outside. I was always afraid you might get hit by a car, but I knew I couldn't keep you in. You used to bring me presents from your little hunting trips. Though they were disgusting, I loved them in an odd way. I held you when I slept and you never fought it, you would crawl under the covers with me and curl up at my chest or close to my face. When you wanted in late at night, You would cry at my window and then run for the door when you heard me get up. I loved you and never forgot you. When my parents divorced, you seem to know that I was struggling and you were always happy to see me. I used to feed you from the table from time to time and seem to have a system down that you would wait for me to drop a hand down for you. You would eat anything I gave you, you were my cat. Though you hated water you would let me bathe you. I was the only one that could do it that you wouldn't claw to death in the process. I figured out after some time that you biting me was your way of giving a kiss, I used to bite you back when you would. When the parents went their separate ways, I used to take you with me on the ferry, though you could sense were on the water you didn't yowl and complain as long as you were in my arms. I took you on road trips during the summer, and we explored things together, though you seemed fond of trees. When we lived in Port Orchard, our neighbor shot you in the face with a pelt rifle and you lived. I was pissed I wanted dad to shoot him in return. We tended to your wounds, picked the pelts from your face, and you lived. Though you fought us at first and I can only imagine your pain, you stayed calm after a bit and let us work with you. You got into fights with racoon's and kicked their butts, you had your scares and you were tough, but when it came to me you were always my kitten.
So now it seems, for the last few years have been tough, your finally at rest, finally at ease. I love you Cheech, and always will. I miss you so much, and I can't believe you are gone. It seems your time was to short in this world, and yet I know you lived far longer then house cats normally do. There can never be another animal to replace you. You were part of a large family. You will be greatly missed and always greatly loved.
Rest In Piece Cheech my feline child, my friend, my family.
So now it seems, for the last few years have been tough, your finally at rest, finally at ease. I love you Cheech, and always will. I miss you so much, and I can't believe you are gone. It seems your time was to short in this world, and yet I know you lived far longer then house cats normally do. There can never be another animal to replace you. You were part of a large family. You will be greatly missed and always greatly loved.
Rest In Piece Cheech my feline child, my friend, my family.