Exactly 5 months and 8 days ago, I met this beautiful black cat. And I fell in love with him right at that very moment. He’s Mama Cat’s first born. I carried his body, full of blood, while I was helping Mama Cat clean him. I heard his first “meow” which made me laugh because it was too cute.
Days and months later, Blake grew up to be a very smart, independent, sweet and loving kitty. He’s the first one to use their shared litter box…he sort of showed Cookie and Amber how to use it. He’s the first one who tried and ate both soft and dry food. He’s always the first to learn new things and tricks.
But as much as he likes playing with his siblings, he loves being with me more. He devoted himself to me. He always sleeps next to me, or sleeps on my lap when I am working. He always gives me loving kisses. When I came home, he ran to greet me. And often, he licked my face with his sand-papery tongue, trying to scrape my stress away. And when I cry, he’s always right there, sitting next to me.
Blake lived his life loving me. It was always in his eyes how much he adored and loved me. Even in his final glance, I felt his love for me. He fought so hard to live few more minutes for us to say goodbye. He closed his eyes after I gave him a kiss on the forehead.
My life would be hard moving forward. I’ll miss the night time and sleep time without Blake. I’ll miss his body right next to me, or on top of my head. I’ll miss waking up to those kisses he’s been giving me. I know I would be having trouble moving on. Only God knows if I will ever get over the grief and heartache.
Goodbye my precious sweet, beautiful boy, and thank you. I will never forget you and those 5 wonderful months you were with me. I love you…and I will always do. I will see you on the other side of the rainbow bridge, sweetheart. Kisses!