Saying Goodbye is Hard

Our sweet sweet Pepper is gone.

At 19 years young it was just his time to go.

He fell asleep in his favorite chair enjoying what he loved most...the warm sunshine.

I feel like my heart is literally breaking. 

I can't even remember if I said goodbye to him the last time I was home. 

I probably yelled bye as I waltzed out the door, not looking back, and now I'll never see him again.

He was our family.

I can still remember the day we got him.  It was the greatest surprise I had ever experienced and I had never loved anything more at that moment then when I first saw our tiny little kitten.  There he was, perfect, sleeping on a pink crocheted blanket.

We were inseparable. My sisters and I loved Pepper more than he probably wanted.  He showed us his love by attacking our legs as we ran up the stairs and trapping us in our bedrooms.  We would scream and yell for help that the cat was holding us hostage...my dad always took Pepper's side.   

My mom wrote us a very sweet letter today to tell us the news.   

My parents buried him under the great pine tree in the backyard, wrapped in his special blanket.

I wish we could all be home together right now.  It just doesn't feel right that we're all in different places feeling the same heart ache.  

Goodbye my sweet beloved Pepper.

I will miss you so much.