19/07/2014 - Today I lost a very dear friend and companion of mine, Smudge.
I remember when I first met him. I came home from school, I was 5 years old, and as I walked down the hallway, I could hear the cutest high pitch meow coming from the kitchen. When I opened the kitchen door, there he was; the cutest little ball of fluff I’d ever set eyes upon, meowing away, as if to somehow communicate with me, as he continued to do so for the following 15 years. From then on he was my cat, and his trust for me and my compassion towards him grew and grew and grew. Over the 15 years that he was alive, although he may not have even known it, he was sometimes the only one I could confide in. He was the loving and caring distraction from the nasties of growing up and real life. He was affectionate in my darkest and toughest of times. And as ridiculous as it may sound to someone who has never been in my position, as an only child, he was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a sibling. He was family to me, my mum, and my dad. And without him, I can’t begin to imagine how overwhelmingly lonely my life would have been.
Today doesn’t just mark the day of Smudge’s passing, but one of the saddest days I’ve ever had to endure on this Earth.
I can’t begin to describe how much I’ll miss you Smudge, and I can only hope that I made it clear to you when you were alive how important you were to me, and how much I appreciated your company and your unconditional love and comforting over the last 15 years. All of my love, and rest peacefully, Matthew x