May the 4th is bittersweet for me
I began another post for today, but the date called for another:
Today is his 7th anniversary with me. When I was first introduced to him, he’d already chosen me: he kneaded my lap and then curled up in it.
He’s grown since this photo, but not a lot. He’s still, and will always be, my baby.
When I got him, I’d just said Goodbye to Squeaky, a cat who’d been my companion for 18 years, and had to be put down.
I’m a Star Wars fan, but I can’t see today as whimsical.