I think the numbness is wearing off, and I'm starting to really feel the loss of my Kobie. The Kobster. The orange wonder. He introduced me to that special beast that is an orange cat. He really was one in a million. Some moments I don't know how I'll go on without him. I always used to say to him, "how is it that I survived for so long without an orange cat? Surely its a miracle I'm still here to tell about it." and so on. He was special and he knew it. He also loved me very much, and I knew that too. He wore his heart on his sleeve. If I went away for a few days, and even when I first started working overnights, he would just mope and cry and carry on and tie himself up into knots until I came home. Then he was all over me like a blanket for days.
He was a little neurotic. He didn't like to eat alone. He didn't like to be alone period. And he never lost that wanderlust. Just two weeks ago, he slipped out the front door and I found him sitting in the front porch, emaciated, right eye swollen shut, head tilted to the right, and a feeding tube in his neck...but by golly, he was gonna go prowling for some lady cats. He thought he was hot stuff....and he was.
I stayed up all night and made this tribute video.
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Thank you all for your support. It means so much to have people you can talk to who don't think "he was just a cat"