tomorrow we’ll be saying goodbye to our sweet little Spookje.
he’ll be 15 years and 11 months old, the last 7 years of which he spent in our company.
when he first came to live with us he was traumatised and afraid of everything. he still loved attention, so he’d hide all day and come out at night to ask for cuddles when we were in bed.
our friends joked that we didn’t really have a cat, because they never saw him.
as years went by he became more and more comfortable and started to nap out in the open and meow at us for pets any time of day.
he slowly stopped hiding every time there was a loud noise or large moving object, and even started to come up to visitors for a cautious sniff and a cuddle if he approves of them.
he really loves to be tall, and when we walk up to one of his “perches” and call him over, he’ll come running to jump up and get pets and scritches in all his favourite places.
when I put his yellow blanket on my lap, he runs over to sit on it and cuddle as soon as he sees it, sometimes before I can even properly lay it out.
he never hides anymore. not even for the vacuum cleaner.
even now that he is sick and doesn’t have energy for much of anything, he naps in our presence and walks up to us to sniff and be pet when we reach out to him.
I love him more than I can put into words.
I’ll carry him in my heart always.
thank you for reading <3
