Our sweet kitty boy is gone.
He was such a great friend to Mike, Owen, and me. If you knew Dewey, you probably knew the little jerk who tried to bite you. But that just wasn't who he was for us. For us he was a big fluffy snuggle buddy.
When he was a kitten, he used to climb up into the Christmas tree and peek out at us with his big ol' eyes.
When we moved into the apartment on Pecan he was so cautious as he explored his new home. I'll always remember losing track of him only to realize he was hanging out on the counter behind the microwave, just watching us look for him.
Whenever Mike was sick or sad, he was always there. He just knew he needed extra cuddles and would follow him around the house.
When I was pregnant Dewey was so clingy! He was always by my side and loved laying on me.
When Owen was born Dewey was so curious and gentle with him.
When Owen turned into a fur pulling toddler Dewey was still so patient and {mostly} gentle with him.
When we wiped away his eye boogers he loved nothing more than to lick them off our fingers. {So gross.}
When I get out of the shower he was always there to hop in as I hopped out so he could drink the lingering water out of the tub. Because the water dish seemed to be an insult in his opinion.
When he left us last night we were devestated. We still are. Right now it feels like we always will be, but I have so much hope it will get better.
Owen asked a lot of questions while we were saying goodbye last night and we really struggled trying to get through it.
My favorite explanation is that Dewey is all done living on this earth and his body will go into the earth, but maybe someday another kitty will have a meow just like Dewey.
Owen hopes that when we find the kitty with the meow like Dewey's, that kitty can come live with us. I hope that I have room in my heart for a new kitty.