We’ve been on such a roller coaster,
you and I.
I don’t regret one minute of it.
Loving you wasn’t easy at times,
but, still, I loved you dearly.
From the day you drew me in at the shelter
rubbing your face against mine and licking my nose,
I knew you were mine.
I watched you fall in love with Beastie.
And finally, five long years later, win her over with your devotion.
I woke to you exfoliating my face
and purring so loudly in my ear
that I was sure a truck was rumbling by.
I enjoyed my Sunday coffee with you
contentedly curled up on my chest
with a smile. And a purring rumble.
Reading my books,
and supervising my work.
My constant companion for so many years.
You were dealt a crappy body
but you always made the best of it
with such a positive attitude.
You even tolerated your baths with finesse.
So many times your health would cycle
and I would ask you, “Is it time? Are you ready to go?”
you would look at me, headbutt me in the head,
and walk away, muttering.
You watched in horror as the dogs invaded your turf.
But found a way to assert your place and make it ok,
and trained them well to respect a cat.
Then finally, you decided they might be ok.
You are one of the most gorgeous cats I have ever seen,
and even near the end, you were stunningly handsome.
I miss you so much, my sweet boy.
You took a piece of my heart when you left,
though I’m glad you’re back with your favorite sweetheart.
I miss your wake-up meow,
I miss your pawing at me when I was at my laptop for attention,
I miss your purr,
I miss your steadfastness– no matter what ailments your body threw at you
you just kept on going, determined as ever,
I miss your headbutts,
I miss watching you rule over the dogs,
I miss your swats when I was by your food bowl,
I miss our little talks,
I miss your sandpaper kitty kisses,
I miss you!
My pussboy, my puss in boots, my cattitude, my dude with ‘tude,
my Leomonster, my Pepe le Pew, my Picasso,
I will always be grateful that you chose me to be your mom.