I went in to volunteer today after missing a few weeks while traveling. My darling, my love, my Milo was adopted during my absence. Just a few days after my last visit. I know I should be happy, and I’m sure that he’s happy out there with his new family.
I know that I didn’t have much to offer him. I saw him infrequently. But I would brush him, stare into his pretty blue eyes and cuddle him until I had to go. I already have a cat. I know that. But I just don’t adore my cat the way I do Milo. I really think we could’ve been happy together. Ah, ignore me. I’m just wistful because he’s gone forever. I missed my chance.
Who knows, maybe he would’ve eaten my shoes and yowled all night. And maybe he couldn’t trust or love ever again after being dumped at the shelter anyway. I thought we had something special, but I’m told Milo purrs for anyone.
Still, I’ll never forget holding him and brushing him. Beautiful, sweet boy.