Thomas Ray Scott

A good boy and a dapper gentleman, makin mama proud. RIP, fuzzy sir

There are not enough words or time for them, so I will leave a short list of the long lasting impacts: The first author to dedicate a book to me. The reason that I was able to meet the love of my life. The Night Watchman who ruled over the living room when I left in the morning for work. The Carer of all kitties. Red Sweater Pink Hat Bow Tie Model <3

I have so many great memories of Thomas. From the time he was a new kitten I knew he was special. Especially for you but for the whole family too. He will always be in my heart. Love, Mommy

Happy 17th birthday, baby boy. Mommy, Daddy, Johnny, Bridget, and Hannah love you and miss you dearly.

I miss you so, so badly, baby. I miss your happy meows, your angel eyes, and the scent of kisses on your forehead. These last four months without you have lasted a tortuous lifetime.

Every time I hear this song I think of you and your last months with us. I love you. "If I could, I would shrink myself, sink through your skin to your blood cells. Remove whatever makes you hurt. But I am too weak to be your cure. Is this the way a toy feels, when its batteries run dry?" I struggle to imagine living out the rest of my life without you. Your love transcended that which others give. Until we meet again...

Thomas...you have a little brother now, Sebastian. He's so hyperactive and driving your other siblings mad. On one hand, I know you would've been an angel with him. Patient, kind, caring. On the other hand, that he's so "bad" reminds me of how you were the most perfect kitten one could ever ask for. You didn't do bad things. You didn't claw things, jump onto counters, or test boundaries. I remember the one time you did something you shouldn't because that was it: one time, when you were two or three years old, and you were playing and accidentally knocked over that flower arrangement I had in my bedroom. You were so remorseful. You had such empathy. I woke up this morning with an intense need to check on you. Remember when I'd wake up in the middle of the night to pet you and make sure you were breathing and healthy? That was because I feared the day you would eventually leave us. Now that the day has passed, I long for that fear. We've had multiple deaths in the family since you passed. Your uncle Rocky passed at just 35, and your great-grandmother MaMa who came to your earliest birthday parties even though she didn't care for cats. Each time I lose someone I long for you. You were my little comforter. I love you, now and forever.

Happy 18th birthday, my baby boy. Every year you'd get attention and new toys to play with to the sound of fireworks. July 4th will always be your holiday. I miss you so badly, my Independence Day baby.

Happy 19th birthday, baby boy. You have a little sister, now, Cassi. You would have cared for her as you cared for all the others. No matter how many cats I know and love come through my life, I will always long for you. When I hear fireworks I think of them reaching you. Independence Day has no meaning to me anymore. It is only your day. It is the day to remember my little Thomas and how much joy, love, and happiness you brought to my life. Thank you. One day my ashes will be mixed with yours, and we will finally be released together.