Dear Tim Tim,
You were the best cat in the whole world. I remember the first day I saw you in the animal shelter. There were hundreds of cats there for the adoption event and we looked at and held so many of them. You were set apart in a special room for cats who were recovering from illness. I entered the room and you came right up to me and crawled onto my lap. You picked me and I knew right then I wanted you to come home with me.
You were such a good cat. I know I called you naughty all the time, but secretly I loved your mischievousness. I thought it was funny when you’d play king of the stairs and not let us pass. I will always remember the funny little meow you would do when you were feeling spunky. I loved when you would pop your head in the window when we were eating dinner and how you would greet everyone who came to visit as if they had come just to see you. You were never afraid of the kids, even during our loudest play dates.
The kids aren’t allowed on my favorite chair, but you loved to sit there and I never made you get off. You had the softest fur ever and it always made me feel better to pet you. Ben thought it was hilarious when I talked to you, but I swear you always understood what I was saying. I loved that you’d lick my ear and Molly’s nose when we snuggled you. I thought it was funny that you would always try to eat my wedding ring off my finger and Molly’s earrings out of her ears.
You were so obnoxious about food and quickly became very fat however I think it just made you more cuddly. I’m sorry we put you on a diet and bought you that nasty diet cat food. I hope that you’ll forgive me. I loved when you would “hunt” your play mice and leave them for us to find. You were so happy in this new house with the larger area to roam. At first we tried to keep you inside, but you were miserable. You loved to be outside and were such a good hunter. I hope we gave you enough praise for that.
I love how fiercely loyal you were and that you would try to follow me to the bus stop to pick up Molly. I’m sorry that it stressed you out whenever we had to leave. You would always sit on our suitcases and refuse to eat until we had returned. The first time we left you over night you spent the whole time hiding out in the fireplace!
The kids loved you so much. I know you sometimes terrorized Addy and Henry, but they loved you too. They always insisted that we throw you birthday parties and they often included you in pictures as one of their siblings. William would talk to you and give you advice on how to attack the deer and Molly treated you like a royal prince, scattering cat treats on her floor in case you needed a snack while she was gone.
I knew as soon as you went missing on Saturday that something was wrong. I called for you and searched. Eventually we found a pile of your fur and other parts. I’m sure you were trying to defend your family from those stupid coyotes just like you tried to scare off the deer. But those coyotes don’t play fair and I’m sure they had you outnumbered. I’m so, so, so sorry that you had to die such a tragic death. I can’t stop picturing it in my mind and I feel like I want to throw up. The kids tried to come up with scenarios in which you were okay, but eventually reality set in and I held each of them in my arms while they sobbed. Telling Molly was the hardest thing I’ve had to do. I felt like my heart was literally ripped in two. She loves you fiercely.
Sad doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. Everywhere I look there are reminders of you and I start crying all over again. You weren’t just a pet, you are a member of our family and you will be greatly missed.