My wonderful, quirky, adorkable Tiger…
It’s been a week today since we had to say goodbye. It was your time. Your kidneys were failing and you couldn’t tell me. It happened so fast. And, to the very end, you gave all of us everything you had to give.
It’s so hard to believe the top picture is from November, 2023.
Thank you for each and every day, Little Man. Thank you for your joie de vie. Thank you for finding the joy (and toy!) in every day. Thank you for trusting so completely and openly. You make me smile every day. Every day. Even last Sunday. Even today. Even through my tears.
I’m so grateful you and Arty – your BFF, your life partner, your brother from another mother – were able to spend last Saturday together. Thank your for that gift. I have the pictures and the videos from last Saturday. They’re for Arty and for me. But, here’s my favorite picture of the two of you together:
Arty is okay. I’m spending as much time as I can with him and giving him as much attention as he wants. As much as you loved having your belly rubbed, he can’t stand it. And yet, when I came home without you on Sunday, Arty let me pet his belly.
Luci doesn’t like it when I cry. She’s been hanging out close by since you’ve been gone. She’s leaving socks for you. Just like you left toys for her when she first came to stay with us.
I miss you, Little Man. I keep expecting to see you waiting for me on the entry table every morning, looking around the corner and chirping for your breakfast. I keep thinking I see you out of the corner of my eye. I keep waiting for you to come in from the patio with Arty. I wait for you to race me down the hallway.
I’m so grateful for every day we had with you. I’m so grateful you left such big paw prints on my heart. I promise to remember you with joy and gratitude because I know that’s what you’d want.
Sleep well, Little Man. I love you.
Outside The Box 