It has been almost a month since I had to say goodbye to this little guy. Just after it happened I felt frozen. I couldn't even remember his nicknames. Then, the memories starting rushing through.
Winston was such a character. He was a spunky little dude who liked to escape into the apartment hallway and run halfway down it's length and stop to see if I was chasing after him. Winston thought it was a game. One time, a woofie came out and Winston's tail bushed up to twice it's normal size. I couldn't help but laugh.
I loved his purr. He would thank me for giving him his food. Purring, nudgin my hand before eating.
When I came home from work, I would often see him in the living room window. Probably guarding his domain but it made my heart happy to see him.
When the lockdown first started and the world seemed topsy turvy, I would wake up at night in a panic. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Then my eyes would light on Winston. He would be curled up at my feet. Sometimes snoring. Other times giving me a stinky glare for waking hime up. But just seeing hime would help me to calm down.
Just a few weeks ago, I was the computer and I felt a gentle tap on my leg. It was Winston bear wanting a little TLC. I was happy to oblige him. Those big blue eyes got me every time.
Winston loved a little game of kitty floor hockey. I would take his kibble food and try to score a goal :) If he caught the kibble my attempt at a goal was thwarted. He took this game so seriously.
He welcomed me when I came home. I don't know if anyone else was ever that happy to see me.
He was adventurous, bratty, funny, smart and a goof.
Emily and I miss him very, very much. I'm a little tired of crying so often.
Emily is extra sweet these days. I am so thankful for her.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to visit and comment on that goodbye post. Your kindness means a lot to me.
I'll close for now with this photo of Miss Em.
