How do you say goodbye to a best friend? I don't know, but I do know I are tired of having to do it. Furst I had to say goodbye to Jezebel, I only knew her for a few months but I really luved her. She had a nice long life. Then I had to say goodbye to Maurice. That one hurt. He wuz a young mancat and wuz so sick. I also had to say goodbye to a woofie friend (yes, they really can be friends), Whitley. But this one hurts the most.
Crockett wasn't an old cat, he had just turned five. He wuzn't sick, he was so healthy. His momma thought she had at least another decade wif him. He wuz my best friend, we were always together. Playing, grooming each other, just napping together. We were pretty much inseparable.
From the moment he came home five years ago, I luved him. He thought I wuz his momma at furst, he even checked out my belly for some milk. But even though I couldn't be his purrsonal milk bar, he followed me everywhere.
He wuz such a happy and funny lil kitten.
Just look at that face, how could ya not be in luv.
There wuz somefin about his fur, maybe it wuz that ticked quality, he glowed in the sun.
He luved everyone - me, Angelique, the mommas, his daddy, even those silly dogs.
He wuz his momma's shadow and followed her everywhere.
Ya couldn't look at him and not smile.
His razzberries made him famous in da Cat Blogosphere - whether it wuz porno tongue or church tongue, Crockett had a razz for ya.
We will miss him so much.
We're wearing orange in his honor today. Momma even made me and Angelique new orange bandanas.
Da mommas (and grandpa too!) are all dressed in orange today.
Rest in peace sweet Crockett, we'll miss you. We'll never forget you. We luv you furever and ever.