I miss my first cat, Buttermilk. He passed away 6 years and 7 days ago. I adopted him for my 9th birthday and he departed on the 9th of February at 9 years old. It was my first year of college, so I wasn’t even home to see him or go with him on the trip to the vet. It was so sudden and unexpected, it was only supposed to be a visit to the vet and I thought they’d take care of him. Looking back I suppose it was his time to go but I will always feel like that time was cut short.
His fur was this beautiful creamy color that reminded me of pancakes, one of my favorite foods. He was extremely skittish and ran away from everyone, but some nights he would come into my bed and turn into a fuzzy little mush. And it was like I was the only person to see this side of him. I know it sounds silly to say about a cat, but I was a little girl and he felt like my brother. He brought me so much joy, excitement, inspiration, and creativity. I even wrote a song for him: “Buttermilk, Buttermilk, he’s the man. If he can’t do it, no cat can. Buttermilk, Buttermilk, he’s our spy, he’s our police, he’s our guy.” :’)
I miss him all the time and always will. He really is forever buried in the core of my heart.
Crystal Aura Gaze 