Matt
My Beloved Matt (the Catt), aka Mattmew, aka Meowthew, aka Mr. Buttercreme,
I found you sitting under my awning to shelter from the rain on my birthday over 4 years ago; I invited you inside and you walked in without hesitation. Your long blond fur was so matted that I had to get you shaved – you looked so adorable with your “lion” cut! We guessed you to be around 12 years old then with those geriatric eyes. You at first were a curmudgeon, but in recent years grew more affectionate. Late last year we started treating you for hyperthyroidism, then this year you became diabetic with failing kidneys. I will miss your ritual of jumping over the back of the loveseat, “yowling” all the while, to curl up next to the front window for your afternoon nap. I will also miss the way you draped your paws over my arm when you snuggled with me at night. Thank you for sharing your golden years with me – I wish we could have known each other longer …