My first attempt at writing this went unfinished due to an uncontrollable outpouring of tears in a public place. My kitty with the perfect beauty mark has gone to kitty heaven. Even though he lived a long and happy 18 years, it feels like he was taken from me too soon. It also feels like home will never feel quite the same without his loud chatty meows and his favorite spot in front of the fireplace vacant. I've cried more in the past few days than I have in a long time. I'm doing my best to think of all the happy things about Dusty...
Said happy things:
+ The year I got Dusty from Santa, I had asked for a wiener dog
+ My six year old self didn't love his beauty mark, but it came to be my favorite thing about him
+ He loved to sit on a big rock in the front yard and would follow me inside when I came home
+ He resembled Dumbledore in his old age
+ He responded to "Here kitty, kitty, kitty" better than any other cat I've ever come across
+ He loved Christmas trees
Thank you for being such a great first pet, Dusty. I love you.