When
I
got
home
from
work
today,
I
stood
at
the
door
for
a
time,
knowing
that
he
wasn't
going
to
be
waiting
for
me,
like
he
always
did,
for
16
years.
Every
day.
But
not
today,
or
tomorrow.
He
passed
away
early
this
morning.
He'd
been
ailing
for
a
while,
and
I
kept
him
as
comfortable
as
I
could,
keeping
him
with
me
almost
all
the
time
that
I
was
home. My
fluffy
big
kitty,
he
kept
me
company
when
I
was
sick,
cheered
me
up
when
I
was
down,
and
loved
me,
no
matter
what.
He
slept
with
me
most
nights,
snuggled
up
to
my
cheek,
purring
and
warm,
knowing
he'd
get
a
good
belly
rub. It's
going
to
be
hard
coming
home
knowing
he's
not
at
the
door
to
meet
me.
I
have
been
truly
blessed
to
have
had
him
to
love.
I
have
just
sat
crying
most
of
the
day.
My
kitty.
 September
9,
2005
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