Donovan

DOB May 1, 1992
Died August 16, 2005

He was the sweetest, most patient and talkative kitty friend. I sat with him, held him and rocked him in my arms as everything shut down. The confusion and wanting to make sure I was okay before he passed, broke my heart. I miss him every single day. Getting better about remembering not to call for him any more. Making the bed is the hardest, we used to do it together. Playing bed monster with each new layer.
Donnie was my best buddy, my son and the love of my life.
Running to the door when he heard me approach and telling me all about his day. It could take up to an hour sometimes, him following me throughout the house, making sure I listened to it all. He slept on his own pillow, next to mine. That was after snuggling into the crook of my arm and purring me to sleep first. His favorite place for me to be was in bed, cuddled up between me and my books. Batting at the pages as I turned them or pushing them out of my hand for attention.
Our fur even matched, though I didn't have the chance to catch up on the white hair. A little red moustach and goatee painted on his white face. (these I don't have.)

The pain comes and goes, I'm fine for a while and then it hits me all over again. Usually when I think I see him out of the corner of my eye and turn with my hand out to call him into my lap. My heart breaks anew, everytime I fully remember he's truly gone.

I love you, Donnie boy.
I miss you so very much.
Thank you for choosing me as your Maowma.
It was the best 12 1/2 yrs ever.