Indy

Twelve years is a long time to be part of a family, but still not long enough.

Bye, Dinderbean.

Coming home and not seeing this face is something I don't think I'll get used to.

Emily

I had this big long post typed up about our cat, whom my parents recently put down, and it was basically just me being ridiculously sad about the whole ordeal. However, I realized by the end that none of the stuff I said mattered. Feeling guilty about it wasn’t going to change anything, and the “what if” game that I had been playing over and over in my head certainly wasn’t making me feel any better. So I’ve shortened this considerably.

Lemmers, you were a goofy little part of our goofy little family, and home isn’t going to feel quite right without you.  

This was about as bold as you got. Although thinking of ways to steal an entire turkey is pretty brave, kittelah!

You and your goofy ass ways of sleeping always cracked me up. Especially since you'd roll around, and then I'd ask you what you were doing, and you'd stop and then kind of squeak meow at me like "What do you think I'm doing, ugh!"

You were ridiculously fluffy and pretty when mom didn't have you gooberly shaved. But even then, you were still super cute.

You were a great little friend, and possibly the best cuddle buddy on the planet. xoxoxo