Here's to a good man, and the best friend a girl could ever ask for....
If I seem distant or away or uinterested in things, I'm not....
I am just inconsolable now.....and I swear to G-d above, I want to die....
I just lost my best friend, my confidant, my cuddle partner, my fur man, my child.
I lost Jonesy Van Wie Forsythe to a tumor that twisted around his spinal column......he didn't
want me to suffer, so he waited until I was safely in Louisiana and decided to go to Rainbow
Ridge......
My mother, with whom I am having issues, was by his side when he went.....she said he
purred and purred when he heard my voice on the speakerphone.... I told him I love him
and that he was to going to take a nap and that he would see me soon...that I was keeping his
bed warm and that he was welcome to visit anytime he wanted to....that I was his faithful and
humble friend, and that I was blessed beyond measure that he chose to give me ten good and
loyal years of love and companionship....
My mom said he just purred and purred and when the tech put the sedative in the cathether he
purred for a long time and right before she put in the other stuff his heart just stopped....
He knew it was his time to go home....
People, I am not ready for this...I thought I would have fifteen to eighteen years of love and
companionship from Jonesy, but that is not to be....
I am alone, and it's going to hurt like hell once I go home and completely realise that there
isn't going to be any orange and white ball of love waiting for me on the couch, nor will there
be a cold wet nose to kiss me hello in the morning.....
There will be no Jonesy in the fur......
But hopefully, he'll come back as another cat, this time with a longer life and still as full as
love as before....
But who am I kidding?
Love like that never comes around a second time.....
I am just inconsolable now.....and I swear to G-d above, I want to die....
I just lost my best friend, my confidant, my cuddle partner, my fur man, my child.
I lost Jonesy Van Wie Forsythe to a tumor that twisted around his spinal column......he didn't
want me to suffer, so he waited until I was safely in Louisiana and decided to go to Rainbow
Ridge......
My mother, with whom I am having issues, was by his side when he went.....she said he
purred and purred when he heard my voice on the speakerphone.... I told him I love him
and that he was to going to take a nap and that he would see me soon...that I was keeping his
bed warm and that he was welcome to visit anytime he wanted to....that I was his faithful and
humble friend, and that I was blessed beyond measure that he chose to give me ten good and
loyal years of love and companionship....
My mom said he just purred and purred and when the tech put the sedative in the cathether he
purred for a long time and right before she put in the other stuff his heart just stopped....
He knew it was his time to go home....
People, I am not ready for this...I thought I would have fifteen to eighteen years of love and
companionship from Jonesy, but that is not to be....
I am alone, and it's going to hurt like hell once I go home and completely realise that there
isn't going to be any orange and white ball of love waiting for me on the couch, nor will there
be a cold wet nose to kiss me hello in the morning.....
There will be no Jonesy in the fur......
But hopefully, he'll come back as another cat, this time with a longer life and still as full as
love as before....
But who am I kidding?
Love like that never comes around a second time.....