Yesterday I said goodbye to my soulmate.
Today I took a hike in her honor. I sat at the top, looked through photos and released a clip of her fur over the wildflowers while everyone on the trail looked askance at the woman sobbing every time she found another piece of fur on her shirt. It’s hard to put into words how incredible she was, it’s even harder when you can barely see through the tears.
Billi was the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m forever going to be grateful that she ran across a road fifteen years ago, causing a car accident and beginning a journey that was filled with more love, laughs, and guarding of food than I ever imagined was possible.
She loved new adventures, and was a trooper as we lived in 2 countries, 1 US territory, 7 states, driving across the country 7 times, and sleeping through countless other drives and plane rides. She took it all in stride, absorbing the world with her Disney princess eyes. She loved food (extra special shoutout to Doritos nacho cheese), had zero issues telling me when she was mildly inconvenienced (“mad”), and was the cat that could turn the most extreme “not a cat person” into a diehard cat fan. She touched so many lives, and I hope she knew how loved she truly was.
I have a Billi sized hole in my heart that will never go away, and that’s ok. She gave me far more than I ever deserved, and I know without a doubt we shared the deepest of love. Rest in peace Squish, you’re pain free and never have to see Guppy again
Safe flights, Donald.
