I Loved You and Your Funky Eye, I Hope You Will Always Know That

Dear Putty, (Pronounced Putty as in Putty Tat)

I am so sad you're gone. I don't know how else to put it but I picture you walking by and making that tapping sound on the floor with your nails as you strut by and I wait for it and I miss it.

I miss how the tapping of your nails as you wandered about during the night used to wake me up.

I never, ever want to put away your bowls of food, even though there is hard crusty food in them because you didn't come to eat it this morning.

I want so badly to fill up your empty water dish.

You were my first pet that was all mine and when we found each other 7 years ago it was serendipitous. You weren't a lap cat, but I think it's because you just didn't like people telling you what to do and I know a little bit about that.

I thought perhaps if I picked you up every day you would get used to being a lap cat but you told me, "Noway," by launching off me every single time and eventually I stopped trying.

But I let you be who you are, just the way I would want someone to do and you liked that. You came out and shared your love with me in your little Putty ways and you purred and let me know you loved me too.

You were prissy and if I gave you a french fry to eat, you had to eat it off a napkin. You were dainty like that.
You and that other kitty didn't get along at all.


Even though I thought you might.

And I want you to know that I felt so bad about how he kept you hiding under the train table for all those months. You were too old to be dealing with that and I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me for that because I feel so terrible about it.

When he found a new home, you finally came back out and you were able to spend your last couple of months on earth not being chased and mounted and you sunned yourself in the back window again and wandered around unfettered.

You were part of the memories I brought back from New York and from Utah and I will never forget your first plane ride and cross-country trip and what a good traveling companion you were.

I loved that we saw new places together.

And that you got to meet my boys.
I love how you were always so serious and then I would find you in such a weird place.

You cracked me up.

You were like a little old lady and words cannot express how grateful I am that the person I was catsitting for all those years ago didn't call to come get you when she said she would, because I don't think I could have given you up anyway.

We had so many wonderful years together and when I found you in your sleeping spot you looked so peaceful.

I miss you so much it hurts.

I loved you and your funky little eye. I hope you know that.