Mr. Pussy Cat - 27 East

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Southampton Press / Opinion / Letters / 1777659

Mr. Pussy Cat

When someone comes into your life and then disappears without warning, and then after time you realize how much you loved him, in your heart are the memories that stay with you forever. The sadness of having them gone is more than one human can stand.

We loved our little cat, named Mr. Pussy Cat. He was a part of me that grew on me. He came to my house one day out of the blue, and my life was so much better. He gave me joy, and I loved giving him love, as he grew on me like a son or a daughter, or an animal that gives you his heart — with his bear-like face, his sharp claws, his all-black body, and his beautiful, beautiful, beautiful green eyes.

When you have a feral cat that lives with you, every time he leaves your home you don’t know if he’s ever coming back, and if he leaves you, your heart aches. You stand by the door night after night calling his name. Your soul hurts and you feel like an orphan or father who can’t find a member of his family.

Today, we found the body of our cat underneath the patio of our house. We buried him by his favorite tree. All hope of finding him is gone. I feel like I was hit by a truck — tears come and go. I feel abandoned and hurt beyond words.

I miss you, Mr. Pussy Cat. I will never forget you. I love you forever and ever.

Eric Wald

Sag Harbor