Charlie-Boy, you left us so fast…the months and years seem to fly together. I barely remember when you were with us and when you left.
We found you outside on the deck in the freezing Michigan weather, another stray cat. After giving you a bit of dog food, we hoped you would go back and find your family.
But you never did.
I was too little to remember much about you. But I do remember the joy of having my own kitty.
You were sick, Charlie. Mom and Dad piled tons of money into your vet visits, but it didn’t seem to help. Your fur would clump together, and you were often grumpy.
I still loved you, and I would try to brush your fur with my barbie brush. Poor cat.
The last image I see of you is you lying on the concrete infront of the barn, sunning your black and white fur. It was almost springtime, and we were going to church.
I never saw you again.
Mom and Dad told us kids of how you had went into the woods for a walk, and just became a wild cat. I drew a picture of you and cried. My parents exchanged looks that said “Why did we ever take in a stray cat?”
I later found out that Dad had found your body deep in the walls of the barn. He just followed the horrible smell (sorry) and found your decaying body.
Even though you were old, I’m sorry you had to die that way.
I love you, Charlie-Cat.
Sorry I didn’t clean your litter box very well, and that I often pulled your tail, and attempted to brush your fur.
I’ll see you in Heaven.
(P.S. I’m guessing on your disappearance time. Wasn’t it around then?)