MY CAT WALLY

<body bgcolor="white"> <font size="+3"><b>MY CAT WALLY</b></font> <p> This is my cat, Wally. For nine wonderful years, he filled my life with joy and laughter. He died in April this year (2004) of kidney failure. Wally was more than just a pet to me, he was my friend, my companion, my little brother, my soulmate. When he died, a big part of me died with him...so this website is dedicated to him...my pal who lives in my heart forever.</p> <p> I first met Wally when he was a tiny little black kitten. He was a gift from our neighbour who felt sorry for us after Barney's death. He came together with another little kitten, his sister, Mickey . I immediately saw that Wally had the same sad looking eyes that Barney had and soon became attached to him. Little did I realise then that he would grow to become the greatest companion of my life. As he grew up, the bond that developed between us knew no bounds. I became extremely close to him. In this dog eats dog world that we live in, Wally was my buddy who brought some semblance of sanity into my life. Almost every single thing that I did had an element of him in it. Every computer password, every userid, every Internet aliases, my working projects, even my university's login handle were all named = Wally. I have so many silly nicknames for him that it's too embarrassing to even list them here. Wally was there through all the good and bad times. People come and go in my life, relationships blossomed and failed but Wally was always there for me all the time, everytime. He was my best friend in the whole world.</p> <p> It's a strange thing keeping cats, I was like a slave and he was the master .....always serving him food and scratching his neck etc..but I loved him so. He was the last cat that I'd kiss before I left the house and he was the first that I looked for when I reached home. We did almost everything together, he'd come running to follow me whenever I went out to throw the trash. It's a simple chore that we did together...now throwing out the trash is one of the most saddest thing that I do alone. We slept on the same bed everynight, his sleeping spot is on the right side of my bed..sometimes he'd sleep right smack dead center , then I had to sleep on the edges. I spent many quiet evenings with him, in my room, watching anime on cable tv, laughing and giggling all to myself..but never alone because Wally was always somewhere near, keeping me company. One of my most unforgettable moment was days before he died, it was raining in the evening, and we were both sitting outside, on the steps, watching the rain falling. We both sat there for a long time. It was a warm yet strange moment. Days later, Wally passed away and now, I still look at that same spot where we sat and remembers my pal who sat beside me.</p> <p> I dont ignore my other cats. Fact is, I'm closer to them than I am to my own family members. Every single one of them is an individual who holds a special place in my heart. My cats keep the house warm and lively... they also turn the house upside down when they're in the mood to cause havoc LOL. I've always loved all animals big and small. (well except for perhaps cockroaches and lizards) So naturally I dote on all of my cats, but Wally was different than the rest. He was my other living half. He was my soulmate. There can be no Wally without me, he would have grown into a different kind of cat with a different personality. Likewise, there can be no me without Wally, I am what I am today because he once existed in my life. There's a little bit of him in me and there's a little bit of me in him. My time with him had been the best days of my life . Now I still play around with Ricky and Mickey and Smallcat and the rest but I always think of the black one who's not here anymore. Dear friend, you were the perfect cat for a less than perfect me, if love could have saved you, you would never have died. </p> </body>