On September 25, 1994 Troy and I got a kitten. He was tiny, black and white, and full of life. He traveled from Burlington to Bellingham crawling all over our old Subaru. He really thought his spot was under the clutch - not the best place when someone is driving. Troy named his new friend Horton, I called him the little moo-moo. I take no responsibility for the size he became however. As a kitten Horton was very energetic. He bounced more than walked. He loved to crawl onto people's shoulders preferring our heads to our feet I suppose.
Horton was a people cat - loved to lay on our backs or chests while we were laying down, sat on our laps when we were sitting, and followed us around frequently. His favorite place was in the middle of the floor so he could be a part of everything and make sure he was fed as often as possible.
Horton grew into quite the cat. Large. Large in size. Large in personality. Large with love.
Today was a sad day in our home. This afternoon Horton took his last breaths. His health hasn't been good lately and our friend has been fighting. He is done fighting now. He isn't in pain. He doesn't have to worry about anymore pills, blood draws, or any of the other indignities he has had to endure the past month or so.
Today I am thankful for time. Time that our family had with our dear friend Horton. Time that has been precious to us. Time we will treasure forever. I am grateful that Horton chose us to be his people. We were honored to have share his life.
Don't be surprised if you see more posts about the first member of our furry family. Horton will forever be in our hearts and we will be working through our grief and celebrating his life.
Thank you to our friends and family who have loved Horton and who have been supportive through this difficult time.
With this and many tears I say goodbye my dear friend. We love you always. We will miss you always. Rest in peace.