Spooky

After my childhood cat died I thought I would never own a cat again. But when I finally went to the shelter to find a dog, I walked past the rows of cats and heard the loudest meow I’d ever heard and there he was. I couldn’t leave without him. Spooky was the best (and most talkative) emotional support animal and companion I could ever ask for, helping me through my depression and anxiety. He was a handsome MF and he knew it, always strutting his stuff in his bow ties and bandannas. He loved to stretch out fully constantly like he just ran a marathon. I guess it just felt good. He loved to tear up my expensive rug when my boyfriend would get home just to get scolded by him for funsies. And he always had something to say about everything. I was never lonely (I couldn’t even go to the bathroom without him following me to keep me company) and every night I slept with him on my hip. Then after my grandpa died and I moved in with my nana he knew she needed him too and split his time between us. His loss was far too soon and sudden but now he can finally go outside and watch the birds he always chattered at. It’s awful quiet around here without you yelling the moment I walk in the door. Spooky, if love could have saved you, you would have lived forever. But you’re always in our hearts and forever a part of me, I’m mixing some of your ashes into your memorial tattoo. Rest easy friend and strut your way across that rainbow bridge. I know you’ll be there to greet me loudly when I get there. RIP in peace my friend. Spooky-Adopted 9/10/18, Passed 9/2/22.