Today is the one year anniversary of my beloved cat Marty's passing. He was sweet and gentle, and was a champion purrer. He was with me for 16 and 1/2 years, through 10 moves, high school, college, my hellish relationship with my ex-boyfriend and my mom's illness. I don't know what I would have done without him.
From Marty I learned that love can truly be unconditional, that napping is very important, to show excitement when someone you love comes home, to show affection, and to try not to be grumpy even when you're not feeling well.
Marty had quite the personality. He loved to talk to his Auntie on the phone, and when you picked him up, he would give your neck a squeeze with his paw. Sitting or sleeping on the floor was beneath him; the only exception was a snooze under the Christmas tree when the lights were on. He preferred to sleep on my bed, my purple chair or the couch. And he felt that the couch was just a bit small to have to share - I guess he thought he was the size of tiger!
In his lifetime, he threw three TVs on the floor, killed a number of crickets and one praying mantis...and was loved by everyone who met him.
Even though I have two sweet new furry faces to come home to, I will always miss Marty. He truly was the best cat ever.
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