My best friend in the whole wide world passed away recently. He was nothing but a giver. I'll miss you so much Tony. Your inquisitive bright eyes. The smirky smile. The soft questioning mew. Your contented purr. But I guess seventeen was unattainable.
Tony died today, August 15th. It was a thursday. When I was a kid I always thought of Thursday as one of the best days of the week. I don't know why; but I don't think I'll ever feel that way about Thursdays again.
Quietly, gently Tony went to sleep. For a long time My life seemed as silent as Tony.