((TL;DR This will be finished on Tuesday))

I've been in an extremely depressive funk for the past few days. It's coming upon the anniversary of the day my cat Spot died.

He was THE most beloved person in my life. NOTHING can compare to the love I feel for him. Sorry kay, but this feline will always have a strong piece of my heart.

I got him when I was 2 years old and from that moment, he became the single most important thing in my life. He's been that undying friend that never judged me. He was never mean... The only thing he ever scratched in his life was the couch. He was the sweetest cat. you could pull his tail and throw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and he would just sit there purring. He was ALWAYS purring. Him and I were so inseparable, that when I would sleep over a friend's house, my mother told me he would stand in front of my door and meow all night, calling for me.

If I was ever sad, I could just call "Spooooot" through the house, and he would be there ready for a snuggle. He accepted my selfish love full-heartedly and never complained.

Every night he slept by my head, sometimes across my neck like a scarf in the winter, but I ALWAYS fell asleep to his purr. I could never sleep without it.

He had the most beautiful blue eyes and the cutest pink little nose. He had cow markings with an all grey tail, except one white ring around the middle.

I will always love this cat. I will never be able to forget him and I would never want to. He is who molded me into the person I am today, and without him, I would have been nothing.

In memory of the most loved cat in the world, here's to you, Spot. 19 Happy years of endless love and one treat a day. I can actually say I'm not afraid to die because I know you will be there waiting for me, with pirked ears, that silly smile on your face, and your loud purr that could be heard over the TV.

I love you Spot.

P.S. I don't like talking about when he died, or even thinking of that day, so sorry for not giving that description. It was hard enough typing all this, I've been crying through the entire time while drawing this, but I will tell you, he died a few weeks before my high school graduation.

Thanks