Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Close By

I don't even know how to say what I want to say about Warren. I've started and stopped over and over. I've thought that maybe I shouldn't write anything at all. But then I realized that I want to remember. I don't want to forget. To say how much I loved him out loud is the least I can do for him. Especially after all he did for me.

Last week was gut wrenching. Horribly sad and unforgettable all for the wrong reasons. To make the decision about when my best friend's life should stop was as another friend put it, "ridiculous".

He lived a lifetime with me. He was quite simply, the first member of my own little family. He was there before Daddy. There before I even began to think mature, adult thoughts. There before I ever grew up. So we did it together and he was patient.

I keep looking for him. He is everywhere and no where all at the same time. He's watching me in the garden. He's sleeping in the yard. He magically appears on the porch and is propped up in a box in the garage. He is alive in my mind and close by in my heart.


  1. Sweet, sweet boy...My heart breaks for you and the loss of the best "hanging out" cat I ever knew. He was one of a kind.

  2. The heart breaking kind of ridiculous. Be patient, soon, when you think of him you will smile quietly, instead of cry.