Adopted October 27th, 2006
Died~6:30pm May 20th, 2008
I don't really have the words to describe what Vincent meant to me, to us. He was all Maine Coon Cat. All fur and purr and love and fluff and fun and silly and demanding and playful and sleepy and hungry and neurotic and wonderful. Vincent was the rising sun and glowing moon to Calliope. He was my handsome boy (and according to some of my coworkers, my husband). He was my dad's favorite. My husband's big boy. My grandmother's source of good stories.
Vincent was a stray we adopted out of our backyard. Our time together was much too short, but every moment was sweet. We didn't know our time would be cut off like this. I'm so glad I got to see him give kisses to Anya this morning while my husband held her. I really wish I hadn't pushed him away last night. Or snapped at him for yelling at me. Ever.
I want him back.
Vincent being regal on the sofa.
He almost swallowed his face here.
Vincent's first holiday tree. (Penelope is in the lower boughs.)
Vincent stopping to smell the flowers this Valentine's day.
Vincent and his one true love, Calliope.
My sweet sweet boy, Mommy loves you. I will always love you. Be at peace.
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