by Denise Cheek
(Highlands Ranch CO / Plymouth MN)
My cat, that I got when I was 6 years old, died this past April, the 28th. - while I was away for college. I was looking forward to coming home this summer and bonding with him again. He forgot about me. I think he thinks I left him. Was he heartbroken? I know he was 16 years old, but he was tough, and strong. He could have lived so much longer. I think he just lost the will to live.
I am sorry for being such a stupid ignorant kid, and being rough with you. You never bit or scratched me. You just meowed, purred and snuggled up to me. You just loved me.
It is hard to imagine life without you Mozart. You have always been in it for as long as I can remember. I remember you being a kitten, but growing so much faster than me.
It's not fair, you were never supposed to die. I expect to see you in heaven, got it?
Where are you now to come cheer me up as I cry?
My cat died. Three rather meaningless words or extremely important and painful words depending on who is saying them or listening to them.