One of the few pictures I have of him,
His eyes were this really pretty amber color; he would often just stare at me with them when I would sit with him in front of the house.

He was a real goofy one, very cat like.
He loved to rub against peoples legs, and would get really excited when I scratched his behind.

of the people in my household he was the most loyal to me. I was the first one he came too for attention. When he was out and about he would look for me.

I feed him; he ate from my hand; and was the only one I ever really kissed goodnight. When it rained, I stayed with him. I took him showers, I cleaned his cage. I sat on the floor for hours and petted him till we smelled the same.

If I had just payed attention today, he would still be here. Barking at a cat at night. I should have when out to him when he started barking a the dogs next door. If I had cared a bit more, I would still have him to sit with, to look into his deep amber eyes, to pet and hold, to have that "shogun" smell linger on my clothes.

It hurts,
To cry over the corpse of a best friend; the one who needed you, and who you unconsciously needed. The one person who you have around, but take their company for granted.

He kept me company with unjudgemental eyes; my best friend who's only reason for being there was to be company.

Oh fuck I miss you boy,
your smell is already disappearing, your colors and your sounds are starting to become echos.

I'm sorry Sho, I would give so much to have you back.

I love you Shogun.