Aw, this one feels like he would have had a great Irish wake~ once you read what Ashley says, you'll get what I mean~
Oh my Tom Tom. Tommy the cat. Baby boy. Tommy toes (Toe más). Our lil space cadet. My soul cat.
You have been a constant cuddly companion since the day you joined us 4 years ago. If I’m having a bad day, you’re immediately on my lap. Working at home, you’re almost always sleeping on or near me… Until I join a call and then you instinctually wake up to holler at the water bowl in the background (“”Hiiii everyone!”).
A spry 13 years old when you joined our family, you were always climbing all over us, sleeping on Dylan’s pillow (or head) and then on my shoulder / in between us, playing with the lil lady you’ve known the longest (Tonkers), begging for food, and loving on anyone who came by to visit. We got your health issues stabilized and you had a great stretch of time enjoying all life has to offer - cheese, catnip, yeowww cat toys, allll the cuddles and naps, sweaters (the only cat I’ve known that clearly enjoys wearing pet clothes), cream cheese frosting and many other treats, supervised backyard wandering, French fries, travels to our parents homes, the list could go on.
And now we have to say “so long” to our polydactyl, sweet-as-can-be, “big cat”. I sure wish we had more time with you buddy. We’ve loved every minute we got.
Tommy Toes 8x8 acrylic on wood
spoken for~
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