Neko

I remember the first time I saw you at a foster home in Okinawa, Japan. At 12 weeks old, bright eyed, with a double crooked tail and reserved manners you were welcomed with open arms into our loving home of four humans and two other cats. You were always the easiest going fur baby, content at being held like a baby, over the shoulder, or sat in some cute position. We so loved your distinct and loud meow, the way you would lay on your side and make a special noise asking for a belly rub or to have your hair brushed. Making the bed was a morning game and although you were never a lap cat you loved snuggling in between our legs and snoring softly. We are so grateful to have had you in our lives for 18 years, and you will always be in our hearts. You were the sweetest, most beautiful and gentle soul. You blessed our home and hearts more than you’ll ever know. And likewise we know we provided you with the happiest, most loved, and spoiled life that you ever could have had.