Monday, September 21, 2009

My Broken Heart..

On a beautiful sunny Sunday, while Lily flew her new kite with Grandma, we took our sweet kitty of 18 years to the vet. He went to sleep in my arms for the last time.
He was famous you know. A celebrity among his peers. He's been in more magazines than I could ever keep track of, whether we wanted him or not. He was a crusty old tabby who loved the ladies. But what he loved most for the past two years, was his best friend, the little kite flyer above. They went everywhere together.
She simply 'lubbed' him so, and told him often.

As Lily and I walked the garden today, we did it alone. The swing just felt empty with only two, and his spot under the bush was bare.

Lily and Jakey.