Death Of A Pet
Yesterday evening, I had to say goodbye to my beloved cat, Juhachi. For fourteen years, he was my steadfast companion. I adopted him from an animal shelter, and he quickly became an irreplaceable part of my life.
Juhachi, whose name means 18, was a magnificent mixed Persian cat. His most striking feature was his beautiful blue fur, a soft, calming color that perfectly reflected his gentle nature. He possessed a handsome, regal bearing, even with his endearing stubborn streaks. Yet, beneath that independent spirit was a heart of pure loyalty.
He had a way of being present, of knowing when I needed comfort. A quiet purr, a gentle head nudge—these were his ways of showing his unwavering affection. He was a constant, comforting presence in my home.
A few months ago, we learned that Juhachi was battling kidney problems. Despite this, he remained the same loving cat he had always been. We cherished every moment we had left together.
Fourteen years with Juhachi created a lifetime of cherished memories. Every corner of my home holds a piece of him: the warm spot on the couch where he loved to curl up, the sunlit windowsill where he'd watch the world outside, and the memory of his soft, rumbling purr. 
He wasn't just a pet; he was family. Juhachi, my beautiful blue companion, you brought so much joy and love into my life. The void you've left is profound, but the memories we shared will forever be held close to my heart.
Goodbye, my handsome, stubborn, and loyal friend. You will be deeply missed.
Tessa Yusoff
25 Feb 2024
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