Farewell, Noah

Where are you Noah? It has been a week since you have been gone and I am heartsick. I still wake up to let you out in the early morning hours, yet you are not begging at the door,...... I still check the door at night hoping you will come dashing in, hungry for your favorite treat.
Sophie and I take our walks, hoping you will pop up out of the brush to scare us as you often have. I have searched every corner of our acres and have even crossed into the barbed wired ranch land calling your name. Nothing but quietness. The coyotes, I am afraid, know what has happened to you.

You made me happy in the very short year that you shared in our lives. You loved being a cat. Exploring, jumping, climbing, and claiming to be king over our property. I finally put away your bowl and the little jingle balls that you loved to play with. If there is a heaven for kitty cats, I know that you are running in a meadow and chasing butterflies. Life is so short and one year was not enough for me to enjoy you. I will miss you for a very long time.