This may be late coming, but its now marked 6 years since I lost my best friend and companion, Black Peter.
Before I was born there was this big black male cat who lived over the road, he didnt like where he lived anymore so he went over to our place. I wasnt born by then but he was there from the time I was born.
Peter and I spend most of our time together, he always followed me around, he loved a pat and a cuddle, and I would affectionatly call him "Petey". He was always there when I was sad, he would come to me for cuddles, and when I was sick, he would lie beside me till I felt better. Even when I went for walks he would follow me. There was never a time when he scratched me or bit me, he always forgave me if I did wrong, and he forgave me when we got Bluey and was with me when he passed away, he even forgave us when we got a dog. He was my best friend and my companion, I cannot remember a day in my life when he was wasn't with me.
But I grew up and had to go away to boarding school. When I was 14 years old, and he was about 20, I found out that he was sick, and wasnt eating at all. My grandma rushed him to the vet but they said that he was too sick and there was nothing they could do. She took him home and after 3 days he died.
My grandma told me that he was waiting for me for all those days, he wanted me to come and kiss him and cuddle him before he went away, but he lost all his strength and passed away.
My grandfather wrote me a letter because he was too hurt, and knew I would be too hurt to tell me over the phone. That day back in '99 I have never cried from loss and heartbreak for anyone, as much as I did for Peter.
Petey, I miss you so much every day, thank you so much for being there for me, and being my companion, for being in my life. You blessed me with so much love, and I know we were so close, you were almost human. Thank you for blessing me with Heidy, Monty, Ozkar and Sable. I will never forget you.
Before I was born there was this big black male cat who lived over the road, he didnt like where he lived anymore so he went over to our place. I wasnt born by then but he was there from the time I was born.
Peter and I spend most of our time together, he always followed me around, he loved a pat and a cuddle, and I would affectionatly call him "Petey". He was always there when I was sad, he would come to me for cuddles, and when I was sick, he would lie beside me till I felt better. Even when I went for walks he would follow me. There was never a time when he scratched me or bit me, he always forgave me if I did wrong, and he forgave me when we got Bluey and was with me when he passed away, he even forgave us when we got a dog. He was my best friend and my companion, I cannot remember a day in my life when he was wasn't with me.
But I grew up and had to go away to boarding school. When I was 14 years old, and he was about 20, I found out that he was sick, and wasnt eating at all. My grandma rushed him to the vet but they said that he was too sick and there was nothing they could do. She took him home and after 3 days he died.
My grandma told me that he was waiting for me for all those days, he wanted me to come and kiss him and cuddle him before he went away, but he lost all his strength and passed away.
My grandfather wrote me a letter because he was too hurt, and knew I would be too hurt to tell me over the phone. That day back in '99 I have never cried from loss and heartbreak for anyone, as much as I did for Peter.
Petey, I miss you so much every day, thank you so much for being there for me, and being my companion, for being in my life. You blessed me with so much love, and I know we were so close, you were almost human. Thank you for blessing me with Heidy, Monty, Ozkar and Sable. I will never forget you.
