My Joey

I lost one of my first babies yesterday. I got Joey 14 years ago....and he's been with me through some really tough times, always knowing when I need some extra love...climbing on top of me, nudging me with his head. He was my lap cat, the one who 'needed' to be on me if I was sitting down reading....completely content. He's been a little off, the past month or so, and it got to the point yesterday that I knew it was time to bring him....he had stopped purring, stopped demanding my attention, and had no interest in eating or drinking. He was peaceful when he went, wrapped in a blanket...cradled in my arms, looking at me. I will miss him so, so much. When I walk in my bedroom, I expect him to be sprawled out on the end of my bed, where you could always find him....my heart hurts, but I know he's no longer suffering. I love you Joey....

One of him last year....demanding attention...makes me smile, because this is how he was...

Last week...

We buried him right outside our side door. Joey wasn't big on being outside, but when he did go out, he would hang out right under the bird feeder, so I thought that would be the perfect place for him...

Rest in Peace sweet Jo Jo....thank you for being such a loving companion for 14 years...I will miss you so much.