In memory of Ginge

From 8 weeks old, to 15 years and 13 days, I loved and adored you. Your little chirps, your loud “Me-Nows”, living for cuddles and attacking my sisters ankles when she walked by.  15 years I’m afraid was somehow not enough to show you how much I loved you; I just hope you felt it whenever I looked at you because I felt it tenfold when you looked at me. You were and still are my best friend, my only form of comfort, my soulmate in feline form. No one could nor will ever replace you. Your sisters miss you. I miss you, and I would give anything and everything to have you back.  You’ve been part of my life for half my life, and I’m struggling without you. Run free, catch all the spiders, and wait for me. I’ll be with you one day, string in hand for endless games of tug-of-war. Miss you, Biscuit Man. 

by Tasha Miller