Missing My Tommy Boy

Thomas apx 9/26/1995 - 8/10/2012

How can I explain what Thomas meant to me?  My boy was with me through some of the hardest times in my life and was really the last reminder of those times before - through the death of both of my parents, the end of a relationship, the loss of my dog, and much more and Thomas was always there to make me feel better.  He was devoted to me since the very first day.

One day, shortly after I moved to Arizona, my brother and I went out to lunch and then popped over to a Petco to buy dog food for our dog, Jake.  While there I visited the kitties for adoption from the AZ Humane Society.  Several kittens, a huge gray cat, and this handsome brown classic tabby with white.  I just loved the brown tabby guy so I talked to him and petted him through the cage.  After my brother finished up we left.  The next day, my brother asked me to lunch again only he headed back to Petco.  I said "Do you need more dog food?  Why are we going back to Petco?"  He replied, "I think somebody found her cat yesterday."

The rest is history - he came home and he was MY cat from day one and he knew it.  

Every single night that I was home for the last 13 years, Thomas has joined me at bed time to snuggle and sleep near me.  That first night that he didn't was the hardest.  The only thing that makes me feel better is knowing that I gave him the last, best gift I could - a peaceful release from the pain he was enduring.

I love you my sweet Tommy Boy...

See you someday over the Rainbow Bridge.