I loved my cat, Thumper.

I loved the way he wouldn’t let go of the dangling Frisco bird when we’d play.
I loved how he was always there at the door when I came home.
I loved how he would snuggle against my chest when he knew I was depressed.
I loved how he’d hiss at the girls I ended up not dating for long.
I loved how he’d sit still whenever I gave him his bath.
I loved how calm and cool he was when he had to go to the vet.
I loved how he’d grab at every bug that managed to get into my apartment.
I loved how he’d sit in front of the fan during the summer months.
I love how I had to re-arrange all my knick-knacks to keep him from knocking them over.
I loved how he’d watch the clothes in the dryer as they spun around.
And I loved how, after 18 years of undying devotion, he passed away peacefully at the foot of my bed.

Most of all, though… I loved how he tasted with just a bit of barbeque sauce.