17 years ago, my sister brought Simba home as a 3 day old kitten. I loved him right from the start, but I had no idea that he would be my best friend for such a huge chunk of my life. He was there for the worst of times, and he was there to share in the best. There were times he was the only friend I had in the world. I’ll miss those silly paws with the seven toes, those big blue eyes, and that high pitched meow. I’ll miss him sleeping next to me every night. His warmth, weight, and soft coat always lulled me to sleep. His purr still echoes in my ears. There is definitely an emptiness in the house, and in my heart without him. I try to remember the happy times we shared, how cute he was as a kitten, his travels with me through my college days, and his unconditional love through the years. He loved his scratchy toy and to reside as king over all that occupied his house. He really loved the hairdryer and a good scratch after a bath. He loved to sit in the sun, and chomp on grass when he got the chance. He was a trooper. Even toward the end, he never gave up, he fought hard to stay with me despite the cancer, despite the pain. He was my sunshine, my sweet baby boy. He is in a better place now, young and healthy, waiting for me to snuggle him again. I’ll miss him until we’re together again. I will never ever forget him.