Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I talk about him quite often, it's hard not too. Cowboy to me and to those who knew him, never was just a pet, or an animal. He was a friend, a buddy, an angel with four fuzzy paws. He had his adventures, his mischievous side, his goofy side and he had his amazing ability to give peace to me. There is't much in this apartment that doesn't bring a memory of him, His condo, kitty tower sits in it's usual place, the other cats don't touch it. I can't seem to let it go though, so it sits, empty next to the table where his ashes and his bowl and collar sit. Small memento's of a long life, lived well. 

Every morning I still expect to see him sitting staring at me, waiting for 7 A.M. nomies, 12 years we did that, every morning. Somehow I still feel as if he is around, every once in a while. It's been hard, harder than I'd ever thought it would be. There are those who've said "he was just a cat get over it". But he wasn't just a cat, he never could be just a cat. I've got 12 years of memories of him. Stories that we can't help but laugh at, while we cry. I wasn't a big cat person, not until Cowboy, I kinda learned about cats through him. He opened this world for me, he had such a presence that words can't describe. He was an Alpha cat, majestic, beautiful and far wiser than I'd ever thought possible. Somehow he made me feel safer, just 20lbs and a ball of mischief but he would defend us and our home with every ounce he had, and had done it before. 

Few pets have been that special to me, Cowboy was special, more so than I can express. He's been gone for nearly two months. Yet I sit here, Cry every day, because I miss him that much. Somehow I feel as if a part of me died with him. I'm still heartbroken, So bare with me if I share more stories of my best friend, while I mourn and share pictures of a soul that gave so much to a world that had cast him aside. Left him in a shelter, with a simple name of Thom Cat. Bare with me while I cry tears from a heart and soul that truly loved a being, an animal beyond what I could've thought possible. I'm sure people are tired of hearing about him, I never will be. 

He had a long, eventful, beautiful life, yet somehow, even as selfish as it sounds Twelve years could never be enough. I've sat staring at the wooden box, that now holds his ashes, with brass engraved plate with his name, I've traced his name, I've cried over it. A small little item, yet means so much to me. what a difference one little life truly made, he gave love, peace and his own flare to this life. We should all be so blessed to give that much in so little time. 

I'll forever miss you Cowboy, you were always the bright light at the end of a dark night. Take the time you can with those special pets, love them beyond measure, they are here on borrowed time, tiny angels sent to us, to aid us through our difficult times, to show us what love truly means. They give love freely, even when we treat them as less than we should. Rejoyce in the time they have left here, because they're only here for a short time. 

Cowboy, his memory, his story and his life will always be a symbol of what I feel honest true love can be. He gave it freely, easily and he made my world a better place to be. 

Good-bye Cowboy, we had a hell of a ride, didn't we?