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Fond memories of a dear friend
Well Sir, that time finally came, the grim reaper and his bone wagon came knocking. I have to say, in honesty, that many many a night have I had that are sleepless with worry about you. That fear of not knowing where you are, and if your alright, more importantly when will you be home? Countless times I've wondered if people think I'm mad, standing at a open window late at night, shouting your name whilst staying vigilant to see you come home safe. The many times thinking of why it is that your are not back home, hoping for the best, always expecting the worse - knowing that eventually it would happen.
Its hard to surmise the feelings I have grown to have for you though kind Sir. No matter how bad a day I'd had, or good for that matter, you were always there without fail. Equally its hard to explain how I've become void of emotion over these last few years and months especially, the relentless daily battle that is work and its increasing hours, and all the stress and trouble that comes with it, have it feels dulled my emotional sensors - something lately my partner has commented on too. Regardless you would come to me everyday and seem to thrive of those precious few moments we'd spend together, pawing and purring, deliberatly getting in the way so you could get your little fix of attention. Not that I ever really minded, not even when I may have occasionally barked a little at you for accidently standing on the Delete key then laying on the keyboard. I'll always miss the midnight cuddles, being woken up by a paw in the mouth as you try to get my attention, just for your moments of petting and attention before you curled up and went to sleep on my chest, every night, without fail. That was until Sunday night, October 5th. That night it was not you fussing, but Neko. Pining for attention, clearly as worried as I was, it was a restless night for us both. Odd how you two never seemed to really get along as far as cats getting along goes, yet she was clearly as concerned as I was for you as if we both knew what was coming.
In all honesty I'm now feeling that all those precious little moments with you helped take the edge off that painfully shape blade that is life. Likewise little did I realise how attached I'd become to you, equally dependent on your seemingly endless affection for me. Its just such a shame that its taken such tragic circumstances for me to finally realise that I still have that thing inside that is called emotion. And oh how it hurts, to know that I can never have back what has been taken from me. To anyone you were just a cat, to me you were a companion and a friend, relentless in your pursuit of my attention.
So many fond memories of a dear friend.
In loving memory of Phoenix.
The most affectionate and loving there ever was, such a shame you were taken from us so early in your life. I'm so sorry that the last time we were ever to be together I was such a selfish pig that you had to leave.
You will forever be missed, and always remembered, and I will never forgive myself.
God Rest Your Soul My Friend.
Its hard to surmise the feelings I have grown to have for you though kind Sir. No matter how bad a day I'd had, or good for that matter, you were always there without fail. Equally its hard to explain how I've become void of emotion over these last few years and months especially, the relentless daily battle that is work and its increasing hours, and all the stress and trouble that comes with it, have it feels dulled my emotional sensors - something lately my partner has commented on too. Regardless you would come to me everyday and seem to thrive of those precious few moments we'd spend together, pawing and purring, deliberatly getting in the way so you could get your little fix of attention. Not that I ever really minded, not even when I may have occasionally barked a little at you for accidently standing on the Delete key then laying on the keyboard. I'll always miss the midnight cuddles, being woken up by a paw in the mouth as you try to get my attention, just for your moments of petting and attention before you curled up and went to sleep on my chest, every night, without fail. That was until Sunday night, October 5th. That night it was not you fussing, but Neko. Pining for attention, clearly as worried as I was, it was a restless night for us both. Odd how you two never seemed to really get along as far as cats getting along goes, yet she was clearly as concerned as I was for you as if we both knew what was coming.
In all honesty I'm now feeling that all those precious little moments with you helped take the edge off that painfully shape blade that is life. Likewise little did I realise how attached I'd become to you, equally dependent on your seemingly endless affection for me. Its just such a shame that its taken such tragic circumstances for me to finally realise that I still have that thing inside that is called emotion. And oh how it hurts, to know that I can never have back what has been taken from me. To anyone you were just a cat, to me you were a companion and a friend, relentless in your pursuit of my attention.
So many fond memories of a dear friend.
In loving memory of Phoenix.
The most affectionate and loving there ever was, such a shame you were taken from us so early in your life. I'm so sorry that the last time we were ever to be together I was such a selfish pig that you had to leave.
You will forever be missed, and always remembered, and I will never forgive myself.
God Rest Your Soul My Friend.
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