GOODBYE ICKY

Our cat of 21 years, Icky has been missing now for four weeks. I guess we can assume that he is gone for good. He was the last of the three cats that Mary and I have had since way before marriage & children. He was the sweetest cat ever. We named him Icky because, as a kitten, he used to sleep in the litter box. For awhile we nicknamed him Beep because his meow was a soft, quiet purr-filled little "beep". He was a gift from my brother Tim.

Four weeks ago when he didn't show up to eat we knew something was wrong. A day passed and still no Icky. We canvased the neighborhood. One neighbor said she saw a dead cat at our intersection early in the morning and when she came back an hour or two later it was gone. We called sanitation, no cat was picked up. We went to the pound. He wasn't there. We check all the dumpsters. Nothing.

Mary said he didn't deserve to go out like this. He should have been with us. She was right. Corey remarked just last night that we never cried for Icky. Hard to do when you can't see him and hold him one last time. So this is goodbye. Goodbye Icky. We miss you. We love you.

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