I feel like I've spent the last 24 hours in tears...
This morning I lost my baby boy.
Of all our cats, Puppy was mine. Just Mine.
He was loyal to a fault and never far from my side.
Now I have no one to sit on my feet while I'm at the computer, or try to sleep on my book while I'm reading.
No one to shoo Shad away when he tries to kiss me goodnight.
No one to sleep in the kitchen window or drink out of the kitchen sink.
No one to sleep on my chest and rub all over me to make sure the rest of the cats (and Shad) knew I was all his...
No one to cry "Momma" (yes, he did) when the food bowl is empty.
No one to lay on the table next to my desk and slowly inch his way over to laying ON the keyboard when I've been online too long.
No one to wait patiently for everyone to finish their dinner so he can clean the plates.
No to steal Duffy's chicken nuggets when he's not looking or eat hamburger helper out of the bowl with Shad - at the same time...
No one to be Laurel to Stan's Hardy...or Abbot to his Costello...
He wasn't just a pet...he was family. He was one of us.
This house is going to be so very empty without him.