Rest In Peace

On Sunday, the most wonderful cat you'll ever meet died. My cat Monty was deranged and amazing. He had twenty-eight toes. He was addicted to catnip. He was near-sighted. He attacked his dry kibble before eating it. His purr could be heard a mile away. He was huge and cuddly and made every sad moment happy just by coming up and nuzzling against you. When we got him, he was scraggly and scared - he spent the first twenty four hours here behind a radiator meowing. He never got quite normal, but he was loving and gentle (even when he was bitng your face at three am). He's really the first pet I've lost. I didn't really have much of a relationship with my hampster, and the two cats I've had who have died were old and sick and we put them to sleep. This wasn't Monty's time. He had so many more years of purring left for him. Everything seems a little bit more empty with him gone.