Cyril Octavious (4/15/91 - 6/22/06)
When my boyfriend of the moment suggested that I get a cat because I knew that I wasn't in town often enough to take care of a dog. I went along with the idea as a compromise because I wanted to please the boyfriend. I got you and your brother free from a friend just by casually mentioning that I might want a cat and I took you both because I traveled a lot and thought that one might be lonely.
I brought you both home and we named your brother first because he was so insistant and was the first one I chose. Finally we named you and I still didn't really think that I cared much for animals, especially cats.
But now, over 15 years later, I'm distraught at your passing. I can't imagine my life without you. Your brother is a help, but is sad and confused too. Together we are mustering on. The boyfriend is long gone and was hardly lamented, but you had wormed your way so thoroughly into my heart, that I can hardly breath every time I remember your sweet purr and soft fur.
You were so sick this last year and you hardly complained. But the end was so fast, I was still unprepared. I keep thinking that I could have done more for you and that I should have spent every moment with you this last week, but I didn't know that you would be gone so quickly now. You were my first pet since I never had pets as a child so I couldn't know how close we would become. I thank the old boyfriend for causing me to bring you into my life in the first place. I hope that you knew how much I loved you even as I know that you did know. I want you back but know that you have been delivered from any more pain. Nothing can ever replace my feelings for you, my sweet Cyril. GoodBye