My Little Man
On Wednesday my kitty died after being with me for 22 years. I can't really talk about it cause it hurts, he was my best friend since I was in 3rd grade. Spot was funny and sweet and would always make a whirring sound when he saw me. He always wanted to be the center of attention and as I would say, rightfully so. He loved rolling in dirt till his black fur was gray. Sadly he was directionally challenged and could not find his way home and would often get lost, many times on neighbors roofs and once on a chimney. He never liked to have me out of his sight and when he was still an outdoor cat this led to many days where I got out of school before everyone else cause he was blocking the door waiting for me. He was obsessed with rabbits and horses, though I have a feeling he thought that horses were bit-mice-sized. He will never be forgotten, and that collie in our neighborhood should watch out cause I'm keeping an eye on him for Spot.
Love! I'm so sorry to hear about this. Obviously, this is excessively late in coming, but I truly mean it.
whichwaydidshego said... December 11, 2009 at 7:59 AM
That's what matters! And it really doesn't feel excessively late, thanks :)
Miss Eliza said... December 11, 2009 at 1:24 PM
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