On Saturday, I lost one of my best friends – my sweet boy, Alexander. He was the most active, curious, silly cat and I still cannot believe how fast cancer took him.

If you knew me, you knew Alexander. We were a part of each other. He came into my life when he was only two months old and next month he would have celebrated his 13th birthday. We spent twelve perfect years together and went through so much. He was with me through every single thing. He was the most empathic kitty. If you were sick, sad, or hurting; he would do his best to heal you with his warm snuggles and magic purrs.

We are heartbroken and right now I cannot imagine life without him by my side. At any moment, I expect him to walk into the room, jump up on my lap, and snuggle in close. He was the leader of the black cat brigade in our household. He greeted every guest that came over. He had to scope out every bag, box, or new item that entered our doors. Nothing was too high for him to climb, no plant safe from his messing. He fell in love with Matt right away and took care of us both.

He truly was the best kitty ever and I’m thankful I could be with him until the very end. Maybe one day I’ll stop crying but not today, this still doesn’t feel real. My mister man, my little gentleman – I love you and miss you more than I can put into words. I know we will be reunited again. I will carry you in my heart until then.