Today God gained a black and white kitty cat named Boots. I got Boots when I was 12 years old. My parents let me adopt both him and his sister (who we named Scoots but she passed many years ago). Boots has been through a lot, seen a lot, lived in 3 different homes, been through a handful of dogs and still kept on trucking. He was 19 and 1/2 years old when he passed this afternoon.
I am surprisingly not heartbroken about this. Sad, yes but not heartbroken. I think because I know where animals go, I knew he was in pain and he is now being reunited with his sister and that makes me not heartbroken. I haven't lived with him since getting married but that doesn't make the love less for him.
Boots,
You sure were a great companion all those years I lived at home with you. You always were down to snuggle and you had this weird love of pretzel sticks. I know you are not in pain anymore and for that I celebrate for you. Tell your sister hello for me! I love you.
Love, Me
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