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by John » Wed Nov 02, 2022 12:20 pm
In maybe a half hour or so, it will be 22 years since I lost Poof. I cried, and I mean I cried hard for days afterward. For weeks I'd see something in the dark and think it was Poof. I long ago lost track of how many cats I rescued after I lost Poof. Maybe 50, maybe more, I really don't know. I long ago lost track of how many I lost and how many times my heart was subsequently broken and how many tears I subsequently shed. It all started though, with Poof.
It still amazes me how much she changed my life, and the lives of so many other cats. The "cat friends" I've made over the years, the time and money spent, the cuddles, snuggles, loves, nose kisses, bites and scratches, the scar on my arm that I'll always cherish, the worries, agonies, tears and heart-warming memories, all started with her, and continue to this day, 37 years after we first met and 22 years after we last saw each other. It's truly staggering, the impact she had. I'll always love and miss her, and always cherish those memories. John