I haven't posted about this because I've had a hard time dealing with it. I still feel like pushing it back but that's not healthy, I guess. I feel like it's dis-respectful to Spud, mostly...alot...to not address his passing. It's not because I didn't love him like a child. It's just been so hard. I miss him daily, but I also get comfort in *feeling* him next to me at night. I swear I can feel him walking on the bed to lay by me sometimes. I know I've heard him purr. He slept with me almost every night of his 16 1/2 years. He went camping with us and to the beach house with us, so it was rare that Spud and I spent a night away from each other. If I had to spend the night away from him...I would call the home phone and talk to him through the answering machine.
So RIP my darling Spuddy...the cat that changed my life. I will never forget you or stop loving or missing you. April 26 is the day that you left me in body...but you will never leave my heart.
So RIP my darling Spuddy...the cat that changed my life. I will never forget you or stop loving or missing you. April 26 is the day that you left me in body...but you will never leave my heart.