11/02/2025
My best friend passed away on Thursday.
He was only 8 and my other black kitty is 16. I mistakenly thought we were only halfway into our adventure together.
But he got sick last Saturday and he tried so hard to hold on and be there for momma. But the cancer got everywhere so so fast.
You were never just a kitty to me; you were my best friend.
Bagheera came into my life at a time when we had been trying to get pregnant forever. I had given up on being able to have a baby with the most gangly little hurricane Irma refuge came into my life.
He was my baby from day 1. Slept with me every night, and made every step I made.
A month after we got him I got pregnant with Charlotte and he was enamored with his sister. He loved playing bubbles or reading stories with her.
When we came to Florida and Chase started traveling Bagheera and I only got closer. He was on every TWAB call, read every story time, helped with every bath, guarded all my showers, and literally cuddled in my arms like a baby every night.
I miss you so much buddy and I know I have a while to wait, but I can’t wait to see you again.
I hope you have all the crinkles you can imagine in heaven.
