Yesterday was the first day in eighteen months that I watched the sun rise and set without my best friend being in the world.
Ned, for the short duration of your life, you were able to take away all of my sorrows, so it's only natural they all flood back to me now.
You have not suffered and died in vain. I'm taking your spirit with me, little buddy, everywhere I go. I know you never understood anything I said, but I understood you when you came into my room every day and announced your presence with a loud meow. When you jumped up on my desk and headbutted me, we each understood that we loved eachother.
I kept my window open for ten months so you could come and go as you pleased. You could have gone anywhere in the neighborhood, but you chose to spend so much of your time with me. Thank you.
It isn't enough to say I "miss" you wrestling my hand and tearing it to shreds with your front and back claws, or how you'd lick it afterward. The ninety minutes or so every day we spent together weren't enough. To go back and spend more time listening to you chat my ear off would add years to my life. But you already added back the years of my life that had been taken. Thank you.
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