Your favorite song was “We Built This City” by Starship, and your legs didn’t match. You’d sit on the edge of my bed when I was sick, and then swat me with your claws the next day. You would snuggle into a kittyloaf in the middle of the hallway and nobody could ever get around you. And I would give anything–ANYTHING–to hear your trademark mrrrrooooowwww again.
I hope that Simone and Hatchi were waiting for you, and that we managed to do the right thing in the end. I hope that you enjoyed your time with us as much as we enjoyed our time with you. And I hope that Heaven overflows with Fancy Feast, cosmic catnip, and sunny windowsills that stay open all day, arms of chairs and couches to stretch iguana-like upon, and lady-cats as far as the eye can see.
You were a character like no other. A member of our family. And once this pain subsides, I will always think of you and smile.
‘Bye, Mack Mow…
Love,
| Mack Mow |
| 10, May 2007 |
| Dollie |