Missing Magoo

Madam, it's been five days since we said our good-byes. Five long days. I find time is passing slowly and thoughts of you occupy my mind. I never imagined I would miss your bundle of fluff and fur so.

M misses you too - he told me so. I know you were very fond of him. Remember the night, November 18th, when M came home late from an evening meeting? I was reading in bed and you were settled for the night. Yet, when you heard him unlocking the door, you flew off your cat-tree at lightning speed to greet him as he came in. I didn't know you could still move so fast.

We do miss your greeting as we come in the door, even if sometimes you said, 'It's supper time! Where have you two been?' We miss your late night licks and washes which wake us (no, M doesn't). And we miss your early morning scratches informing us sleeping time is over. I even miss the cat litter you scattered over the bathroom floor like beach sand.

We look for you on your cushion in the bedroom; we look for you stretched out in front of the fire. We long to call out in greeting when we get home or tell you that we are leaving - and sometimes we do.

Amy inherited your bed and your dry food; Sid and Meg your scratching posts. Jango and Miss Minnie got your wet food and treats; Nibs and Coco your cat litter. We packed away your rug, threw away your cushion, and your bowls went into the cupboard. Yet with little evidence of you around anymore, we still look for you.

We miss you Magoo.