Irving

One year ago today our Irving was hit by a car and died. He was a really good boy and the best cat anyone could have. He knew how to use the "doggy door" to come in and out to use the bathroom; we finally just put up his litterbox. Every night when it was time for bed, I would get in bed and he would crawl up on my chest and lick my nose goodnight.
I don't know why it happened. He rarely went near the road. We think he was chasing leaves or birds. It was a really windy, cold day. Fortunately my husband was home that day and found him right after it happened and brought him up to the deck and called me. I came home early from work and held him and then we gave him a nice burial with his food dish. He was always hungry! Then we cried and cried and cried.
My husband says that he is not really gone. He says he is always there, running around and playing in the leaves. I think about him every time the wind is blowing.
Although we have two other cats now...(Roxanne and Bella) I will never forget Irving, my buddy, the kitty that made me a "cat person".