To My Best Friend,
Sneezy was a very special cat to me, he was my first cat. I grew up with cats all my life but he called me his on the day I took him to the vet.
Sneezy was about 4 weeks old when my mom and I found him with his eyes swollen shut and puffy, and his nose was closed up with snot. He was thin and not in good shape at all, so right then and there I called the vet and took him in. As we were in the vets office, and he had got his exam, the vet put him down, and with no sight or smell Sneezy turned around and walked straight into my hands and curled up. I knew then and there he was mine.
He grew up into a very strapping young male cat, who weighed a very heavy 9lbs, there was no signs that he was ever any different except for his left eye, the third eyelid never went back.
Sneezy loved to play with his buddy (my dog) Ripples, the little plastic balls with the bell in them, and the little furry mouse. He had this knack though that the only time he would play with the ball was just after I turned the lights out, not during the time when I was reading before I actually went to bed, OH NO just when it was lights out. He also had this knack of never letting me sleep in, he would scratch at my door to go outside at around 4:30 – 5:30 am, sometimes even at 1:00am. Then a half hour to an hour later he would scratch to get in, then as soon as I would let him in and climb back in bed, he was scratching at the door again.
He would always walk with Ripples and me into the house in the morning eat and then go outside. When it was time for me to put my shoes on and go to work I would walk out to my trailer and he was there to go in with me, and attack my shoe laces. I guess he thought they were his not mine.
I loved all these little things and the many more that he had. I miss him dearly, I wish I could see him again just one more time, hold him, love him, and to say it just one more time. I want to hear him talk to me when I nudge him in the middle of the night and he wanted to get petted. I never thought I would but I do miss him drooling over me when he was being petted and how he would wait until it was ready to drop before he would move his head forward so that it would drop on my face. I miss him waiting for me when I got home too and jump in my lap before I could get out of my car.
I am just so happy, and it hurts too, that the last time I spent with him I said “Good morning Sneez, I love you Butthead.” I still say that every morning and every night, I just wish I could say it to him again with him there.
I love you Sneeze, I love you so much it hurts.
“Good morning Sneezy I Love You.
Goodnight Butthead I Love You”.
Good morning, Butthead, I Love You.
| Sneezy Butthead |
| 2, Sep 2007 |
| Tonya Johnson |