Living Life As Boldly As That Unbreakable Stone; Noche.

This post is for my cat, Noche.
He died, and I want this to be a tribute to him. A memorium.

He was black as night. In fact, that’s what his name spoke of. I found him as a ruffled kitten, wandering in the tall grass of my yard. He was weak but strong, and not yet weaned from his mother’s breast. The kitten was tiny, though he had a terrific spunk about him I had never quite seen before. He nibbled on our fingers, trying to squeeze out that delicious liquid that was his food. We dipped our fingers in milk. He ate.

After quite a few hours of playing, nuzzling, and adoring, we realized he needed a name. And of course, the very cliche name came to mind, a name that told of the very cat himself. Noche.. Night.. It fit wonderfully, like a new pair of perfect, white socks.

He played, we loved, he annoyed, we still loved. He and the other cat, Lira, came to get along, though they had their spats. Noche was truly living life on the edge, taking his chances and running as free as he could. He was a soul that could not be trapped, and it is why I loved him. It is why I still love him.

This day marks my knowing of his death, but, as many say, he still lives on within me. I can feel him. I love him. I miss him. Though I know he will always be alive in a way I cannot describe.
I never truly knew what they meant when they said such until now.
He is so special.

I love you Noche.

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