Goodbye, my loved friend.
God, this is hard to do...
Today marks the passing of Milo, the Scarlet Marauder. His hobbies included biting my nose, slipping into my room through the gap between the door and carpet, pouncing on the laser dot, playing pounce and chase with his friend Mist, climbing up my leg to settle on my lap, riding/settling on the shoulders of myself and my mother, not taking any crap from bigger cats that thought he would make a good play toy, and curling up with me on the bed in a furry ball of purr. He was only with me for three weeks, but in those three weeks he was a very happy, loving and loved presence.
And now that I've managed to type this, I think I'm going to go get some ice cream while I try not to dissolve into a big bawling mess.
Today marks the passing of Milo, the Scarlet Marauder. His hobbies included biting my nose, slipping into my room through the gap between the door and carpet, pouncing on the laser dot, playing pounce and chase with his friend Mist, climbing up my leg to settle on my lap, riding/settling on the shoulders of myself and my mother, not taking any crap from bigger cats that thought he would make a good play toy, and curling up with me on the bed in a furry ball of purr. He was only with me for three weeks, but in those three weeks he was a very happy, loving and loved presence.
And now that I've managed to type this, I think I'm going to go get some ice cream while I try not to dissolve into a big bawling mess.