A Tribute to Squeak
Squeaks, 14 years ago you climbed your cage to go home with us and soon you climbed into our hearts.
Within time you touched many people: the neighbors who fed you and called you Spats, the children who followed your bushy tail around the streets and said “It’s Squeaker!”, and the grandchildren you played with even when they chased you on all fours.
Things will be different without you. Mom will have extra dixie cups, tuna sales will drop, and wrapping gifts will never be as fun without you.
Doors that were closed will stay closed and the couch will suddenly feel too big.
Eventually, with time, we stop scanning the streets for the “mayor” when we walk around the block. We know you are somewhere else now keeping track of things and amusing and entertaining someone else.
Here’s to a good 9 lives over and over! May you enjoy cat heaven, where the Kaboodle is mounded high and the endless gardens are sunny and warm.