The Language Only He and I Understood

Written by Spencer on April 6, 2010

Spencer and Bo-Bo

I lost my cat, Bo-Bo, on August 10, 2004 at 4:35 pm.

I think of this cat many times every day, toast to him at dinner or any time I have a drink, and pat his urn at his place on our buffet and wish him well.

If I had five more minutes with Bo-Bo, I would place him on my stomach, hold his head in my hand, and scratch his ears, rubbing the inside and watching his eyes roll back in his head in complete ecstasy, purring, and speaking the language only he and I understood.

I would tell him how much I missed him–and how grateful I was to him for giving me 15 years of true love.

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  • Spencer, I love your five minutes with Bo-Bo and the photo. My cats Mandy and Lucy, are now 16 and diabetic. Mandy used to love to lay on my desk as I worked just like Bo-Bo. I miss the fact that she can no longer be my desk paper weight and I treasure each and every moment with them as time is precious. Thank you for sharing your five minutes with Bo-Bo.

    Trina

    Comment by Trina — June 8, 2010

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