will you miss me? will you even really notice? you were never “mine” but i think sometimes you liked me best, right? once in a while, i was your choice? i know it wasn’t often, but i like to think that i was, at least sometimes.
i was never the food giver, but i was always there for head scritches, tummy rubs, butt pats, so much petting and chin rubs. all i ever wanted from you was to let me love you.
m, i’ll miss your hard leans and incessant drooling. i hope you feel safe in your new home and don’t always feel scared. i know exactly when that changed in you, when you became a scaredy cat, and i wish i could go back in time to prevent it, but that’s not how these things work. keep making those pathetic little meeps of yours, everyone laughs, but also everyone is so charmed by them too.
n, you fat fuck. i think i will miss you the most. you absolutely chose us that day when you and your siblings found your way into my back yard. the rest scattered into the field, but you walked right up to our back door with your little rat face and decided we were your people. i will miss our conversations, i will miss forcing you to snuggle under the covers, i will miss the way you grab on to my shoulder when i pick you up. you’re a good boy.
a, you’re new, you were supposed to be mine, but i knew you would not be from the start. that’s just what i was told in order for me to accept you into this home. but still, you managed to charm the heck out of me and i wish we could continue to get to know each other more. sadly, that will not happen now. keep being a menace. keep forcing the two boys to move around and be active, they’re both too fat and lazy. keep being adorable and curious and full of the loudest purrs.
in a week from now we will say goodbye. i’m sorry if i make it quick, i’m not sure i can handle a long goodbye, i can barely handle writing this note.