Memories of Chris
Chris was the most beautiful tabby cat, almost bengal like, but with a white fluffy neck (that got dyed luminous green from a collar he had). He was a people lover, he hated being on his own. Every evening I would hurry home from work to see him, and when I opened the door he would come running out to see me, rubbing himself all over me and purring like a lunatic. He loved the Weebox cat treats, he would use his paw to pull your hand towards him so he could get to the treat. He loved a stretch, he loved a chin rub, and a scratch behind his ears. He also loved a tree, he was a climber. He made me laugh so hard. We used to play on the bed, I would waft the sheet to get lots of air in it and he would jump all over it, pretending he was pouncing on prey.
He is gone too soon. And all I can think about now is all the time we won't get to spend with him. He should be here and it feels so cruel and so wrong that he is not, and never will be again. I love you so much Chris. I love you. You were my favourite thing about the day.
We've planted a cherry tree in the garden in your memory. You would like it.
I miss you. I'll always miss you.