It was love at first sight. He was about the size of my palm.
We brought him home to introduce him to Taz. Taz started to purr as soon as he set eyes on our new kitten. Our new kitten puffed and hissed. Taz purred.
And then this happened:
He was the sweetest cat
He and Taz loved each other.
We named him Preacher, because he talked all the time. When we moved into our own place, it was the first place he had ever lived that had stairs. He wandered around meowing for days, because he was so lost.
He was my little snuggle bug.
This morning we sent him to the Bridge. J and I held him while the vet released him from his pain. He was with us for sixteen and a half years. Our second oldest pet.
Tonight Taz sleeps alone.
I will miss you, Preach.