In the scheme of life
No one probably cares
About one old, kind of obnoxious cat.
He left fur everywhere
Demanded to sit on my chest or keyboard
at all times
Acted like we never fed him enough
He was our ever-present reality
For nearly twenty years
And we loved him.
I loved him
But more importantly
He loved us.
He loved me.
He was my constant companion
Whenever I sat on the couch.
No matter how many times I pushed him away.
Or put him down.
Or shouted when he did some cat typing.
He always came back
Pushing in between me and my work.
Until one day he didn’t.
I knew that at 19
His days were numbered.
But we always think there will be
One more day.
One more moment.
One more demanded cuddle.
And my chest aches for his warmth.
I didn’t appreciate enough what I had
In his unconditional love.
His scrawny five-pound orange self
Has left a giant fur-lined hole in my world.
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