You know they always say that you don't value what you have until you are away from it for awhile, and that is true. I learned this week that someone I valued very much has gone away. My cat Truman. He was old, big and wonderful. He was my best furry buddy. I loved that cat because that cat loved me and we had an understanding between the two of us. I loved him because he would cuddle to me no matter what and was always ready to play with me.
It sounds cheesy that a grown man would talk that way about his cat, but Truman was different. He was truly my best little friend. The pain runs deep at his loss, but it is part of life. The only thing I wish is that I could have been there with him when it all ended for him and he went on to the next life. I'm that cheesy guy who given the chance would bury my cat in a carefully chosen plot with a marker. Yup I'm that guy.
Since I couldn't be there with him and since I didn't get to see him one last time, I'm just posting this as a way to aire out my thoughts. I've cried like a little boy the last two nights, much the same way I did when I lost my dog a few years back. But I've got the tears out, so on with life.

Truman, I love you my best little furry buddy. I'll see you again some day with Stein.