Yesterday I had to say goodbye to my handsome boy, Mr. Stoopy. After 17 years together, it’s going to be strange to not have him around. He has been my constant companion since I was just 19, traveling with me as I’ve gone through life, roommates, boyfriends, multiple moves including a trek across Canada and back.
I’ve always joked that he’s my most stable relationship. My favourite boyfriend. The bestest kitty a girl could ask for. But it’s not a joke really.
He’s been by my side through thick and thin, sometimes cuddly, sometimes aloof, but always good for a snuggle or pet whether he liked it or not.
He put up with other cats coming and going. He even put up with a big dog joining the family for a couple of years…even though that meant he had to hide to enjoy his meals. He accepted Chibi when I brought her home to join our family. His approval was very important and I was so happy when it all worked out.
He rode shotgun next to me all the way back across Canada from Halifax to Victoria…choosing to enjoy a car ride as a passenger rather than as a pet in a cage. He got comfortable in random hotels and the homes of generous friends and never complained a bit. Best road trip buddy ever.
Sometimes handsome, sometimes cranky, sometimes lacking a little class.
But always, always a great friend and fuzzy companion. The bestest for sure.
RIP Mr. Stoopy. You will be missed. So much.
