Schmoey

17 years ago this month a very special soul came into my life. He was small and furry and 4 legs and big ears. For many years he lived at my dad's home in Chemlsford. When my dad moved at the end of my senior year of high school; Schmoey came to live with my mom, stepdad, sister and me at my mom's house in Pepperell. Schmoey has seen me through a great deal in my life: middle and high school, first jobs, first loves, my marriage and my many moves. In 2003 Schmoey came to live with me and my husband in Rhode Island and he lived with us for 3 months until we had to vacate our apartment with the board of health shut it down, so back to mom's he went (since we were homeless at the time). And there he was to stay. I would visit whenever I could, but somehow it never seemed enough anymore. Then in 2005 we moved to Virginia, 500 miles away from my precious kitty. Whenever I come home one of the very first things I do is call for Schmoey, pick him up and give him a big hug and kiss. Always feeling guilty whenever I would have to leave him. But I knew he was well loved and well cared for, and in a better place than what I could provide.

Lately, he has been talking to me every morning when I call and talk to my mom on my way to work. I talk to him over the phone, hear him purr and meow. He loves to meow/talk.

11 days ago my mom let Schmoey outside to play as he usually does and 30 minutes later he was no where to be found. I was absolutely devastated. My best little friend was missing and there was nothing I could do. For 5 days my parents spent many hours of the day and night searching for him, but he was no where to be found. Two hours ago my mom called me to tell me that someone had found him and brought him to the vet, but that he was very sick. She text me a picture of him shortly after arriving at the vet's office and told me just how sick he was. Schmoey had suffered a stroke, was blind and had a bad arrhythmia. He was not going to live another 2 hours. She let me talk to him. I told him how much I loved him, so , so , so much. He was the best friend, best cat, best everything he could be. I love him so much. My step dad kissed him for me. Then my mom and stepdad both held him when the vet gave him the shot to go to sleep. He's gone. My best little friend is truly gone. He's home now, for which I am immensely grateful, but he's gone nevertheless. I feel like my heart is breaking all over again. I almost feel a sense of peace that he's home now, but I still can't help but feel a great sadness that my friend is gone.

Cute, cuddly, and lovey. You loved life and everyone you met. You are a genuinely beautiful soul, knowing you has changed my life forever. I love you my sweet, precious kitty. You are the absolute greatest. No one will ever replace you in my heart, ever. I promise you I will be home soon.