Stormy was my friend for over half my life. She is the cute siamese in the picture. It was taken in 2006. Nine years later she still looked much the same. She was always a beautiful catter.

I named her Thunderstorm because she had a brother named Sunshine and I thought it was a cute contrast. Sunny died early, but Storm’s name still suited her. She was very much like a storm.

She lived for 22 1/2 years and I miss her. It was a very long time for a cat and yet not long enough.

There aren’t really enough words to describe what she meant to me. There is a hole in the world where she used to be. So I wrote a poem instead because it’s how I deal with grief.

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It’s been one week since you left this world.
One week of strangeness.
A week of sorrow.
A week of pain.
A week of hoping I did the right thing.

I think I did.
I love you too much to keep you here
when you were suffering.
Too much to trap you in an old body.
But letting go hurts so much.

I miss you, Stormy.
My Thundercat. The Most Beautiful of Ones.
My ‘Letta made of bad eggs.
My love. My heart.
My blue-eyed companion.

I’m so glad you can breathe now.
So glad you can run and play without pain.
Thank you for staying with me so long.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for being such a wonderful cat.

I love you.
I miss you.
I hope we meet again in the next world.
Until then, rest easy my dear.
Goodbye.