Dear Beau,

I miss you.

 

You’ve been gone two years now.  Since you left me I’ve tried to be as brave and strong as you were but there are times when I fail.  I’m sorry for that.  Feels like I’m not honoring your memory as I should.  I will do better.  For you.

I always believed that magic draws magic.  Oh yes, I am magic. Definitely.  But not like you.   You were, without exception, the most magical, mystical creature ever!  You still are.  I know you gathered the kitties that came before you and crafted the fae Teague just for me.  He has traits from each of you.  Never fails to make me smile when he reveals another one.  And how else would he have gotten to the right person to get him to me without your help?

Kya was sitting with me this morning.  I can tell she misses you too.  None of the boys snuggle with her like you used to.  They pick on her instead.  Can you whisper to them please and get them to stop that?  As you know, she’s a very sweet girl who just wants cuddling.

With everything going on now I wish you were still here in person but I know you’re watching over me.  You’ll take care of me same you always have.

It just hurts today, you know?  Five years wasn't enough.

I love you, Beau.  Always will.  See you in my dreams…

Heartbroken

Beau died the evening of November 18 while I held him.  He will be missed more than I can express.  I'm so far beyond sad there isn't a word for it.  I'll be back after I regroup.

About Beau

He was one day old when he stole my heart.  A little striped, speckled kitty, one of a litter of six.  Yes, one of the litter yet not.  I knew the first moment I saw him that he was different.  A very powerful magical creature in the guise of a tiny kitten.

I found homes for the others. Beau claimed me from the start. We went home, this wee one pound ball of fluff and it wasn’t long before he took over the house. The three older cats already in residence were quickly under his spell. Oh he lets them think they are dominant to him but that’s all part of his plan.

Beau is a storyteller. Always has been. He whispers to me, sometimes complete tales, sometimes snippets that I must then fill in the blanks. You’d think something so adorable wouldn’t be so wicked but trust me, he is. We are working on a book of Beau Tales that will astound you when he decides it’s ready for public viewing.

He’s been under the weather lately. Yeah, that’s an understatement. He stopped eating and hasn’t gotten back to it yet. I believe he will. When he is ready and not a moment sooner. My wonderful vet has done everything for him. Exploratory surgery, biopsies, supportive care. She sent him home because she thought he would be more comfortable there, which I’m sure he is.

The first two days he was back he stayed downstairs. I slept on the sofa to be near him. This morning, after we did his IV fluids he put himself to bed in his regular spot between the pillows, under the covers. He’s still not eating but I see this as a good thing, like he’s saying he’ll be sticking around. Part of me suspects he’s in collusion with the big cats. They’ve been getting all the leftovers of the foods I’ve been offering him, things they rarely get.

My little Beau kitty. Magical beyond belief. Clever as hell. Naughty as can be but cute enough to get away with anything. He’s one of a kind and I’m the luckiest person alive because he chose me. May we have many more years of shared adventures!