Here is Tom, he was a rather big cat, very lovable and always by my side. He's only about 8 years if age. So here's the back story. My sister and I found him in a corn field across the street from our house, my father, who is allergic to cats, was telling my sister not to go up to him, being herself, she went up and pet Tom anyways. Being lost and/or abandoned as a kitten he saw my sister as his 'mother'. So after about fifteen minutes of him following us around, we decided to take him in. From there on, he met our love able dog Bear Bear, a Norwegian Elkhound, whom loved to clean Tom. Slowly, Tom progressed to be my cat as we both grew up together, and since he was an indoor/outdoor cat he got dirty and roughed up, so eventually, he became my best friend. For the past 5 years of bonding with him as 'my' cat we both kept each other company, warm, sleep for 16 hours straight on the weekends, and he would even sit on my lap as I played games. Now, I am currently 15 years of age, Freshman, and a week ago we noticed Tom's left leg swelled up, turns out, an aggressive cancer got him, and it was rather extremely aggressive, due to how quickly it formed, less than a week. And it was last night at 7:00pm EST December 18, 2013 that my mother and I went into the vet and we had to let god take him over the rainbow bridge. I am happy that he is not suffering, and I know that he'll meet up with Bear, our other cat, Cupcake, but I am devastated at this loss. I bawled my eyes out, having to leave him. Now, for some reason I always feel sick to my stomach and there is a part of me missing, I'm getting better at dealing with his passing, but I will most likely always have this 'gap' inside me. I also have much harder time sleeping and I can't get the image of him lying there.
Until I meet you again, Tom, I will have this hole in me forever. -Michael