BJ,
It’s only been 18 hours since you went to be with the Lord and I miss you terribly already. Every time I walk up stairs, I miss your race up the stairs to meet me in the bedroom. You were always purring before I got there, knowing I would pick you up and love you. You would talk in my ear for a while with sweet comforting meows. Then I’d put you on the bed and you’d give me a bath.
I miss your gentle rubs as you walked by to say hi. I miss seeing your face waiting on the stairs as I come in the door.
You were always there.
I can’t stop the tears BJ. You were my best friend.
Please don’t trip God when you race Him up the stairs.
Missing you so much,
| Rich |