I miss my little guy with every fiber of my being. I'll miss his licking plastic to wake me up in the middle of the night to feed him. I'll miss him chasing the reflection of my watch against the wall. I'll miss him eating from his food dish - a sound I've told many people is music to my ears. I'll miss his patting my face with his paws when he would come up and sit on me for his moment of attention. I'll miss his happy little meow when I'd come home and he'd be curled up on the bed. I'll miss his putting himself down for a nap by crawling under the covers of my bed. I'll miss him going bonkers trying to catch the pigeons, or the light from my laser pointer. I'll miss him coming out to join me as I read my Bible in the quiet hours of the morning. I'll miss him sitting in front of the computer monitor being a better door that he was a window. I'll miss him slapping his scratching post over. I'll miss him chasing the bottle caps around the front room. I'll miss him escorting me to the bathroom where he could play with the drip from the faucet and because I -obviously- had to be escorted in there.... I'll miss his purring me to sleep and kneading the pillow next to my head at night, I'll miss his attacking my shoelaces whenever I came home. I'll miss my little Hobblet, my little Fat Boy, the Fat Man, the Silly Fing, the little Turkey, Worm, Hobble Bobble, Fat Butt, Mud Monkey. My Hobbes. My little fighter. My little man. My precious little soul from God. Though it hurts like now, I know someday, like as with my Saviour, I'll see him again, and he won't be fighting this disease anymore.

Hobbes - April 4th, 2001 - December 18th 2009

Terrijo K.