It has been 8 months since you left. December 31, 2015, Receiving that phone call that morning was not something I wanted. I wanted you to make it another year. 17 years old. You were gone.

It is 1:00am on August 21, 2016 and I am still crying like it was yesterday

I know it sounds crazy to some people, but I was and still am having a hard time with the fact that my best friend since the day I was 2 and a half years old, passed away. Yes, he is a cat. He was my baby, and no other cat or other animal will be able to change that. He was like a therapist for me. I still wish at night I heard him crying at my door to come in and cuddle with me under the blankets. I still wish I could hear him meowing looking for me and being able to say "mama" when he was looking for me. I still wish to be holding him and him wrapping his arms around my neck like he was a little baby. I still wish I could have him sitting next to me purring louder than my broken muffler on a 1990 Buick Regal. I just want to hold him again.

I got a tattoo for him on my left forearm and it means a lot to me. It was my first tattoo and I cried the night I got it. It could replace him and it was not helping the void in my heart that he made. His name was "Soulvester" and even though it was supposed to be "Sylvester" and I could not spell at 2.5 years old, it is true, although I more so called him "Vester" or "Vesty Westy", he is the soul to my heart and now that he is gone and it has only been 8 months, I feel like I lost a part of myself with him.

And I did lose myself. My life went down hill, and not all of it was because of his death, it was all the things that have happened since his passing, and he was always the one who kept me sane and kept me calm.

8 months since you been gone, and I still do not know what to say. I lost my boy. But I'll Love you forever Vesty.