Sadly, in the early morning hours of this past Sunday we said goodbye to our Squire. His life of 19 years was filled with spirited adventures and we have volumes to write about his antics that I'm sure any cat lover would love to read and maybe even be a best seller.
Today our house seemed so empty and quiet without him as he was known to be sure we would wake by 6 a.m. each day with his howling bengal voice. Having morning coffee without him snuggled in the arms of my infamous pink robe, working in my studio and not seeing him napping in his doll bed, it's all just so strange as this is the first time in our 33 years of married life that we've not had a cat in the house.
We had decided that Squire's final resting spot should be under our lace cap viburnum as this was his favorite place to hid when he was outside. This bush actually was re-named by our daughters and has always been known to us as the "ambush" because Squire would be hidden inside just waiting for a little critter to scurry past.
I know that our future will include another little fur face and it will be just a matter of time when one walks into our lives.
