My beloved Emeril, the most handsome cat in the whole wide world, passed away last Friday evening after an 11 month battle with kidney disease (CRF). He was the bravest, strongest and best kitty a girl could ever want.
I miss him so much. A huge chunk of my heart has been ripped out. I don’t know how to function without my oversized, bossy cat to tell me what to do.
He always found the most ingenious napping spots. My laundry basket or behind my laptop. I always loved reaching around my computer to give him a quick pat while I was working.
Sometimes I’d find him in the bath tub, which always made me laugh since he hated taking baths. I always thought it was rather brave and foolish of him to nap there since I might accidentally on purpose turn on the water.
Emeril was King of the apartment and supervised everything I did. He meowed his approval and occasionally his disapproval. He did not like it when I talked about his personal and private bathroom issues with others. He’d glare at me and plot his revenge. He could be a bit of a micromanager as he enjoyed looking over my shoulder while I worked.
I loved his big white mitts. He was less enthused about my obsession with them.
Emeril always took over my dad’s chair and claimed it as his own whenever we went home.
I miss seeing his handsome face every morning and hearing his loud purr. And petting his soft, silky fur while I told him how handsome he was. He would smile in agreement. How does one live when they’re missing a piece of their heart?
I love you, Emeril. I miss you so much. Until we meet again, my dearest friend.
Tanya