I know you were a cat, but despite the jokes about cats and the internet you didn’t really read things on the internet. You didn’t even care about “videos for cats” on YouTube, so the odds of you reading a blog post are pretty low. That, and, well, you’re dead and I buried you only a few hours ago.
I don’t have a lot to say about you. We weren’t as friendly for the last few years.
Except yesterday. Yesterday you were back to your “old” self, wanting attention, staying near me, letting me pet you. That was good.
I’m glad I started pampering you this year, giving in to your decision that only wet food was good enough for you without too much complaining. And I’m glad that finally getting a sofa that wasn’t cloth was able to move us (mostly) past your spiteful urination.
Anyway, I know you can’t read this, but I know others knew you and cared about you. They all thought you were soft and pettable, and knew how sweet you were despite looking like a judgy angry cat.
I knew that too, even if we didn’t always get along.
I’m glad you spent your time with me, cat.
I hope you’re at peace.