Day 23: A letter to someone. Anyone.
You are gone now, and I miss you something fierce. I miss your soft fluffy paws patting me for attention. I miss the way you brought me things, yet wouldn’t actually let me have them. I miss the way you would leave your slobbered on toys all over my desk when I stepped out of the office for a little bit, you own way of showing your displeasure in that.
I wish more could have been done. I’m sorry if you were in pain. I know you were in pain. I’m so, so sorry.
I am keeping almost all of your things. All your clothes and favorite toys will be boxed up and set in a special place. You favorite food and water dish will be put in the cabinet. I did, however, give your litter box to your favorite little shit Jeffrey. He gets stuck in it. He doesn’t realize the flap works both ways. Bless him, he’s just a baby.
Some people say I should get a new kitten to fill the void. No. I don’t want a new kitten, and I don’t want the void filled. You are etched into my heart forever.
You were so dear to me. My constant companion, the one I could tell all my woes to, and you never judged. When I cried, you didn’t like it. You cried with me. You cuddled me. Your compassion was astounding.
There will never be a cat just like you. Never. You were so unique, from your attitude, facial expressions and demeanor.
I miss you, my ChesterAnn.
All my love,