My fur baby Jupiter is gone now. I have his ashes in a jar.
He has been getting older and forgetting where to go the bathroom...poor kitty.
He has been through so much with me - I have had him since around 1994 - he was fully grown when I adopted him. He loved yogurt, bugs, and chasing his tail in the bathtub. I loved it when he would get that crazy look in his eyes and shoot off up the stairs or into the other room. I loved listening to his claws in the carpet.
He would drool when I pet him and snuggle under the covers with me when we would go to sleep.
Having a pet is like falling in love - you know that someday it has to end but you enjoy every single moment so you will have the memories forever.
It's hard getting used to an empty house. Once a long time ago my boyfriend at the time told me that a few minutes before I would get home Jupiter would go sit by the front door and wait for me.
He was my king.
I love you forever Jupi.