Dear Spot,

I always knew I'd miss you when you left us, but I never realized how deep that longing would be. You were the leader of our pride, and now it seems the soul of our family has been torn away from us. You were the smartest and the boldest, and easily the closest to human of any furry companion we have had. You kept us on our toes, and never backed down when demanding an equal voice in the household. Your attempts at psychology weren't nearly as subtle as you thought they were, but then maybe they were, since you usually got your way. You took no guff from the boys, and we always took great pride in our Feline Feminist.

I don't think your brothers and sister have really realized you're gone yet. After all, Iko always came back after a few days, so why shouldn't you? They don't know that you're not at the vet, or on an unauthorized tour of the neighborhood. How can I explain it to them? How can I explain it to myself?

We'll never know why you left us. You showed no sign; you gave us no warning. Your final pose was one of peace and relaxation, so we know your passing was a gentle one. For that we give many thanks. I would even more, almost anything, to hold you again, and hear your purr, and see your little scrunchie face you made when you were happy. To know that I will not, can not, ever again leaves me hallow and aching inside. Friday the 13th will forever live up to it's evil reputation, and Christmas will bring no joy this year.

Thank you, Spot, for almost 14 wonderful years. I just wish it had been a lot longer... I miss you.

~Daddy~

In Loving Memory of Spot
February 2, 1989 - December 13, 2002

Copyright © Ed
December 16, 2002