Patches was a resilient little guy who lived to the ripe old age of nineteen years, and I, as his mommy, was privileged enough to have him in my life for every one of those years.
In his younger years, he loved to roam the outdoors and lounge atop the couch to observe through the window. In his older years, he became much more mellow, preferring to spend time with me on the couch, receiving cuddles, and, of course, stuffing his belly full with his favorite foods and treats. Nothing could ever seem to get him down, not even being poked multiple times a day when I would administer his insulin and fluids to keep him feeling happy, healthy, and comfortable. His favorite thing to do was to cuddle up with me on the couch or in bed.
He truly was my soul cat, and with his absence, a large painful void has been left behind. I know that he is now at peace and will no longer have to endure any discomfort, but to imagine my life without him in it is an absolute tragedy.
He will forever be my little baby Patches and I will always carry so much love for him, even in his absence.
I’ll miss you for a lifetime, bud.