Today, I got a tattoo as a tribute to my sweet boy, Jack

My sweetest, best boy. We took him in as a stray in October of 2016, and our vet suspected he was a senior then. The past 9.5 years, we managed his CKD, his heart murmur, his dental issues, cancer, IBD, and total AV block. Through it all, he was the most affectionate and patient man, and all the vet staff fell in love with him.

He was one of two of my first pets as an adult, living on my own. He saw me through so many life changes, good and bad, and because of him I never had to go a day without being cuddled. I would wake up in the morning surrounded by cat toys that he’d brought me during the night. I’d fall asleep to him on my chest, purring his loud motorboat purr. I’d feel his paw reach out and tap my chin and pull on my lips if I dared to fall asleep instead of pet him with BOTH my hands.

He touched so many people’s hearts, and left such a mark of love on this world. I cherish being able to carry a part of him with me for the rest of my days.

I hope he knows how much he is loved, and I hope he feels the infinite depth of love that he showed us during his time with us.

I love you buddy, forever and always ❤️