The vet is coming to our home tomorrow to put our Simba peacefully to sleep.

My Dear Simbalove,
You are beautiful, majestic, wise, sensitive, proud, territorial, a mamma’s boy, sweet, affectionate, jealous, grumpy. You love your mommy, your food, your sweet self, the radiator by the window at the back of our house. You are the cleanest cat I know, and you have the softest fur in the world. You are butterscotch. Your different eyes — one green and one green and brown — are a symbol of your uniqueness. There are no words to convey my feelings for you.

I will miss the way you flick your tail when you’re mad.
I will miss the way you walk — like a lion.
I will miss your pride.
I will miss your cuddles and nuzzles.
I will miss your sweet smell.
I will miss your terrible, “dead tuna,” breath.
I will miss your magnificent eyes.
I will miss your bites and growls.
I will miss your dainty paws.
I will miss your wet, pink nose.
I will miss your mew — so high and wimpy for such a tough, majestic guy….
I will miss how you made me feel you only had eyes for me….

Thank you for being my best friend.
Thank you for hugging me.
Thank you for massaging my back.
Thank you for purring in my ear.
Thank you for protecting me.
Thank you for playing with me.
Thank you for being my companion in my lonely and scary graduate-school years.
Thank you for comforting me in my difficult pregnancy.
Thank you for cuddling with me.
Thank you for understanding my need to be a mom to our baby.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for loving me.

I will never forget you.

Good night, sweet Ba. I love you, and I’ll see you in my dreams.