a farewell

church jumped into our kitchen window brittle, frantic and sickly when i was still sleeping on the floor.

we nursed it back to life and welcomed it into the family.



don't we look adorable? it actually really liked to be held like that.

we taught it to purr.

i could always count on it to be at the foot of my bed when i woke up in the morning. it could always count on me to kick it in the face when i woke up from a nightmare.

we got along very well.

it would greet me at the top of the stairs whenever i got home.

it was great.

last week, the original owner came asking for his long lost cat.

farewell, church