It is official, and I must except it, you are no longer making our home your home. You have been missing since last Friday. I kept thinking that you would soon be clawing at the door to come inside, or curling up with me at bed time so we could go to sleep. But, after a week, I guess this is goodbye. I hope that it is because you found another great family to snuggle, after all you were the only cat I have ever know that loved to be held like a baby. And so I like to think this is a letter about betrayal than about tragedy.
I don’t really have many words to say on the matter. It suxs not knowing where you are, and not being able to say goodbye. I hated letting you outside. You were suppose to be an inside kitty, but you had other plans (and by plans I mean chewing through a window screen to get out), and I had to listen to what you wanted. You loved being outside. You loved to go around and say hi to everyone you would see (hence this leaving us must be about someone having better food and a warmer bed). You loved to lay on the sidewalk and enjoy the sun and breeze. You made quite a splash here at the Hollen Zoo for the short time you blessed us with your spirit. I mean after all you were the reason we became national t.v. stars.
Here are a few pictures that for various reason never made it on the blog… and well they speak loudly about how much of a love bug you were to us.
Miss you, Gatsby.