It's been a week now since you crossed into Heaven, and not a second has gone by that I haven't missed you and your sweet personality. You were such a small kitty but your presence was huge in our home and in my life. I will always remember you and treasure all of the moments we shared and memories made.
Earlier this month you turned 12 years old. I couldn't believe it because to me you seemed just as young and active as you were when you were a kitten. It always put a smile on my face to see you sprint and jump around, using our furniture as your own little jungle gym. You loved playing with your toys, especially ones that dangled on strings or had feathers to chew on. Your absolute favorite - the silver glitter ball on a string - is now safely tucked away in a dresser drawer.
It's your companionship that I miss most and home does not feel like home without you here. Earlier this week, I thought I saw you running in the shadows as I walked in the door. Because that was always part of our routine in the evening. I'd get home from the gym, you'd run into the hall to say hi and then you'd paw through all of my gym bags, work bags, etc. Some evenings you'd run over to a chair to do your version of a happy dance.
You were a lap kitty from day one and you always wanted to be right next to me. I even remember as a kitten there were times when I'd put you down for a moment and even if I was standing up you would try to jump back into my arms. Whenever you found us separated, you'd let loose one of your loud ME-OWs to let me know to find you. I'm still listening for one of those ME-OWs.
There were plenty of naughty tricks over the years. Case in point: the blueberry muffins I baked for work. You were still a baby kitty and couldn't resist the muffins that were cooling on the table. By the time I came back in the kitchen, the muffins were all over the floor and you had taken a small bite out of each one. I was mad at you - but only for about three seconds. You looked so pitiful with your bloated belly full of muffin bites. And you learned your lesson - you never attacked my baked goods again!
Another naughty trick - jumping up to 'ring' the medals!
However, you never lost your sweet tooth. It seems almost ridiculous to say a kitty has a sweet tooth but while most kitties beg for meat, you begged for cookies. And cheese. You loved it so much that I sometimes called you Mouse. I hope they are feeding you plenty your favorites - sharp cheddar and gouda - in Heaven.
I picture you now with your old puppy buddy, Scrappy, who you loved to visit and play with as a kitten. Scrappy wasn't a fan of most people or animals but he took an instant liking to you. It was always like that - you won everyone over just by being you. And I know Scrappy is now protecting you and showing you the ropes in Heaven.
These days without you have been some of the hardest I've known but I do take comfort in knowing you lived a full, wonderful life and are in a place where you are safe, happy and loved. My dear sweet boy - I know we will see each other again. Until then, even if I can't see or hear you, I know you are still with me in all the love we shared. That's something that will never die or fade.