Damn, has it really been 10 whole years that my first cat passed? R.I.P Precious Lynn.
This one won’t be a long post.
You lived during my happy childhood (a time nowadays I’m missing).
You were my first kitty cat. A black and white short hair babe with a little pink in the corner of your eyes (due to your bad allergies). I can think back to when I bought you home. You were shy but you grew to take a liking to me and mom.
Favorite memories? I thought it was cool to give you a bath to clean up. You didn’t like it, haha. You hated water.
I also remember you putting your head in the door right before it closed. Of course me made sure your head got out of the way before you completely closed it. Cat, this was one of your crazy traits (then again I have a lot of crazy traits, it runs in the family). I remember you playing volleyball with that planet ball that you blow air into. (It wasn’t heavy, honest). I tossed the ball to you, and you hit it back. It was the coolest thing. You biting my skin was no fun, but looking back, I knew I had it coming. I did not like you putting your butt in my face when I was sleep at night, haha.
I’m not so sure if I was the greatest owner to you, but you were great and you still are, I somehow know the stars are holding you.
I noticed you started to slow down. And you were laying around. Not eating at all. And you started to hide. :(
I remember the exact moment when you stopped breathing. I knew you were gone.
I didn’t say goodbye like I wanted to, but was happy you didn’t have to go through any more pain.
I can’t wait to see you again to catch up. I’m facing my fears and getting on the petrifying roller coasters and upside rides to honor you.
Even though I’ll get other pets in my life (my frogs lived 3 to 4 years after you, btw.) You’ll never be replaced. Love you. See you soon.
I’ll post a picture as soon as I can find one.