Good bye B...
I've been meaning to write this for a while now...
Good bye my wonderful, loving Sweet Boy. Thank you for the nearly sixteen years of love, attention, purrs. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend, constant companion. Thank you for helping me get through high school, helping me deal with losing Aunt Sally, for keeping Teddy in his place. Thank you for everything.
I had to say good bye to B last week, three days before I turned 31. He had cancer and his back legs were giving out on him and he needed help getting to the litter box and his food and water had to be brought to him. I had to make that terrible decision but I know it was the right one to make.
I don't know if I can say everything that he meant to me. He came into my life when I was fifteen, as a little tiny kitten who could fit into the palm of my hand. My mom bought him and his brother home one day, totally shocking me, my sister and the other two cats we had. Indy, the laid back dude he was, didn't bat an eye. Face, the prima donna that she was, hid under the bed for over a week sulking and pouting. That first night, B slept next to my head, purring all the while. I woke up and he was still purring. I became his human. He liked my mom and sister just fine but he would follow me around the house, wait for me to get out of the shower, sleep with me every night, wait for me to come home (he did that almost every day. There was something special about coming up the front walk and seeing B sitting in the front window and when he saw me, he would meow and smile.)
I'll miss you, B. Icky misses you. Teddy even misses you.
