On Friday night, I lost something incredibly precious to me: my kitten. We had found him by the side of the road and brought him home, where we showered him with love and affection. For three months, he nibbled on our toes, climbed up our legs, curled up with us and tried to eat our food. When I left for school or work, he would run to the window and watch me leave. When I came home at the end of the day, he'd come running to the door to greet me. He was a really special little guy ... such an affectionate, energetic personality.
He died suddenly and very unexpectedly. I was getting ready for bed and called him to come, because he always slept with me. When he didn't come running, I began to look for him. When I couldn't find him, I began to panic and woke my mother up. We eventually found his little body downstairs, about two hours later. I can't even begin to describe the pain and sadness that swept over me in that moment. I couldn't believe he was gone ... I still can't believe he's gone. He was only 3 months old.
Some people say "you never know what you have until it's gone", but I'm lucky to be able to disagree. I knew how precious Nugget was from the moment I first held him. I'm so glad I spent Thursday on the sofa, listening to Christmas music with him. Those are moments I will never be able to get back, and I'm so glad I took advantage of them while he was around.
Please give your fur babies an extra hug tonight, in memory of mine. I love you Nuggie. I love you lots and lots.