Saying Goodbye To My Best Friend

My lovely cat Leo passed away earlier this morning after fourteen years. I am completely distraught and don't even have words to process what has happened. My biggest fear moving abroad was that I would return home without Leo waiting for me. 

I remember the day we brought him home from my aunt's and he was so small, he could fit under the couch. He was always there to snuggle when I was feeling sad and always there to greet me when I would return home.

In the years I had him, he never bit or scratched me and was always the most mellow cat. He would sleep on the pillow above my head at night or on my back with his face nuzzled into my shoulder.

He looked after the other cats in the house and would always wait patiently by the door when he wanted outside. He loved the outdoors - always covered in dirt and sleeping out in the rain when it was pouring. He drooled like a dog and constantly had a hairball he refused to cough up.

Unless you have a pet or have lost a pet in the past, it is really hard to understand the thoughts after losing someone so special to you. My family and friends would always joke about how much I loved Leo and they were right, he was my favorite thing in the world and I am so sad he is gone.

My mom did everything she could to keep him healthy and keep an eye on him in his old age so he would be there when I returned home in the summer. The loss of him in my life probably won't hit completely until I walk through the front door and no longer have him waiting for me.

He gave me a good fourteen years and I only wish I had a few more moments with him. I remember crying saying goodbye to him before I left for the airport and I wish I knew then that that was the real goodbye.

To the best companion a girl could have asked for.

I love you, Leo.

Hope all is well.

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