Dante Is Off To Kitty Heaven

I knew this day would come. I was made aware that it would be sooner than later last December at his vet check up. His kidneys were failing, it might be a short, or long time he would stay with me, no solid answer.

So, it was today. I had to make the decision. It is by far the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

So, indulge me as I pay tribute to my best friend, my companion, my joy of the last 15 years.

I called him "the dog in drag" as he possessed so many canine traits. He would fetch a q-tip, spit it out at my feet, wiggle with anticipation, and then fetch it again, and again. He would take walks with me, and beg for attention (and food).

He remembered me, even when I had lost my memory after my head injury, and had completely forgotten him.

He traveled thousands of miles on road trips with me, perched on his pallet at window height so he could watch the miles go by, or happily "stowed under the seat in front of me".

He liked to bring me live gifts ... he was so proud.

He saved me from dying of carbon monoxide poisoning.

I will miss his little flirty purr talk, head butts, kitty kisses, and requests to come under the covers, and so much more. I will miss knowing there is a warm little buddy waiting for an ear scratch and a good snuggle.

I thought I'd be able to write more, but I just can't, I want to touch him, not write about him.

I will miss ... well, I will miss him, all of him.