My little Fuzzy kitty got hit by a car on Friday night and did not make it. I miss him lots. He was a very special kitty to us. We got him on the day that I had a miscarriage. Actually it started right as we were taking him home from the humaine society. It was almost like God had given him to us to fill the hole that was left when we lost our first child. That night was horrible. I was on the floor screaming in pain and he and my husband were right there making sure that every thing was okay.
As the Fuzzy got older he became more loving. This past week Scott has been gone for work in Wyoming (he comes back 7/21). The Fuzzy has been snuggling me at night so that I would not be lonely. He would normally get up about 4:30 and want out, but since Scott has been gone he has slept in. We would both wake up and he way lay there and let me pet him and talk to him about my day.
His favorite toy was a stick. He would chase it for hours and hours. About a month ago we had some friends over that had very energetic little boys. They played stick with Fuzzy to the point where he was totaly exhausted. He would just colapse on the ground and pant like a dog with his tongue out and mouth open. It was so cute.
I have so many more stories about the Fuzz, but I think that I will save them for later. I will miss him tons. Thank you Fuzzy Kitty for loving us...