I haven’t done one of these in a while.

    You probably know a lot’s happened in the world since I yelled about punctuation in The Witcher. I think there’s even more still to come. If you want to hear what I think about all that, you can listen to the podcast. This one’s not gonna be about any of it, it’s not even about a book I’m reading – not this time. This one’s about something more personal and in the grand scheme of the universe or even the cosmic-microsecond of now not important to anyone or anything – except for my family and me. This is about a cat. We called him Morrissey Michael McDonald.

A Letter to My Friend

    I lost someone important to me, and it was you. There’re a hundred things I think I’ll miss, a thousand I’m probably forgetting, and who knows how many that won’t even come to mind. You were my friend, and I miss you.

You loved us all – I know that we all love you, but maybe I miss you the most. You sat with me, cuddled with me, slept right next to me.  You were the only one still awake when I got home late from work, the one who sat up with me on sleeplessness nights, the one who was there on those few nights where I really felt all alone (you’ll remember the ones). I wish my heart didn’t feel as empty as my bed. I wish there was more to give, more to say, and more to tell.

I’m not religious. At best, I think I have a contentious relationship with a taciturn (non-existent) god, you lived with me long enough to hear it dozens of times. I hope we meet again.

I know this is more for me than for you. You’re great a cat, but you were more than that, and what did you get? Fourteen years and a sappy letter – life.

I hope you know I loved you.

I’ll miss you forever,

Shawn