Fuzzy the Cat Memorial Site

My furry little friend is gone. She passed away. She has left me very, alone. There is an emptyness inside me that I cannot explain. It?s so hollow and deep. It hurts. It hurts terribly. It?s beyond my expression in words, but I feel so very, very, alone.

I still can?t believe it. It just doesn?t seem possible. Maybe it?s a dream. A bad dream. A nightmare. Maybe, it?s just so hard for me to accept.

I can still see her bouncing along with me to the kitchen, always arriving first, and spinning around to let me know how this would be a good time for me to offer her one of her favorite foods or treats. Her step is light and joyful, and her warm anticipation and persuasive meows encourage me to satisfy her desires. She eats delicately, always with good manners, and is most careful to bathe herself clean once finished.

I can still see her strolling across the living room in the evening, checking out the territory to see that everything is in its appropriate and designated place. Any transgression by a stray newspaper or abandoned shoe will have to be carefully investigated both by sight and smell to be assured that her abode is safe and in order. She?s heading for my chair as usual, quickly and silently to ask permission to jump up on my legs and greet me with a soft caress and extended purr. She?ll be taking care of my lap now, keeping me warm and protected, until the two of us head off for bed at a later hour.

I can still see her chasing leaves across the yard and pouncing them into submission, with back hunched, tail flitting about high in the air, and the wild look of the hunter in her glazing eyes. I can still see her batting crickets and other insects around the floor as if they were spring-loaded toys that just barely provided enough skill level to satisfy the interest of the super fast and accurate reaction time of her finely tuned body and paws. I can still see her giving disgruntled but superior looks at the dog chained up next door, her springing up on all alert status at the sound of the doorbell, and her sleeping upside down in her kitty bed with her four little paws heading out in all directions. I can still see her...

I miss her so much. I think about her all the time, even without wanting to, and although she is no longer here with me physically...I can still see her. And for that, I am very fortunate indeed. For as long as I can still see her, she will continue to comfort me, bring me joy and love, and help me along my path in her own special way. My life would not have been the same without her, and her memories and what I learned from her are an everending source of fond encouragement and undeniable confirmation of the goodwill, sincerity, and innocent pleasures that can be found on this vast and complicated planet.

My furry little friend is gone. I can?t believe it, but I can still see her, and I am so thankful to have shared the time I did with her.

Fuzzy the Cat, in respect for and honor of all those feline friends who have gone beyond this earthly existence, offers this very special Cat Memorial Site where you may thoughtfully and tastefully express your feelings of love and appreciation within a very special gold plaque as a virtual tribute to your furry little friend.

And may the sorrow, someday, turn into joy, hoping that you will always, with the very deepest affection, be able to...see her.

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For only $20, you can create your own memorial site to honor your cat. It may take up to 24 hours for your page to appear on the site.