I can still remember the day that Tiggre became part of our family. I was in first grade, and my mom and Ali went off to a bunch of different shelters to find an orange tabby cat. We had decided as a family that we could get a cat, specifically I wanted an orange tabby cat to name Tiggre. At lunch that day, they came to visit me at school only to let me know that they hadn't found an orange tabby cat yet. This was devastating to me, so I cried and cried in the cafeteria.
But to my delight, when I went home from school that afternoon, there was a small, shy kitten waiting for me. And once he warmed up to my sister and I, he was the perfect cat: easy-going and child-friendly. Somewhere at my parents' house is a photo of my sister and I with Tiggre dressed in doll clothes riding in a doll stroller. I'll have to find that photo now.
After 18.5 years, we have to say goodbye. But that's not a small chunk of time. That's part of who I am. He's been there through the good times and the bad. He's caught too many mice, birds and bunnies to count. And even after adding more cats to our home, you'd know that Tiggre brought them back because he had a certain way of leaving them. I'll leave that part out. But he still found his way to your bedroom to purr and rub against you at the moments when you did need him the most. So even though I no longer live in my childhood home where Tiggre has spent his entire life, I feel like I'm losing a piece of me.
I'm grateful that we've had all these years with him, but I know that another little part of my heart will go to heaven when Tiggre leaves us today. Goodbye to the most perfect orange tabby that a little girl could have ever dreamed of and thank you for your love all of these years.