And we move on.

In Jewish tradition, 30 days of mourning are observed after someone passes away.  That time has now passed for Tiggr.

I’ll always miss him, but fifteen years of memories will still be with me. Like how I couldn’t get up in the middle of the night to visit the necessary without him wandering back five minutes after I got back in bed and climbing all over me.  Or how he would lead me to the kitchen for kitty snacks.  Or jump up on the desk just to sit on a warm computer.  Or lie in the back bedroom watching birds out the window, and “barking” at them.

Or, to go back to the first night we had him, remembering how he managed to climb up on the bed and nestle in next to me so I was afraid to roll over in fear that I’d crush him 🙂

I hope he’s glad to be back together with Snoopy.  I know he’s in a better place, no longer sick and in pain.

He was a good cat. Ave atque vale; requiescat in pace.