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I lost my sweet Arnie today. He was my comfort when Michael died. My company through covid. My garden buddy. His favorite spot for the past two years was on my lap in the recliner. Around 5 every day he would let me know it was time to go there. He told me when it was bedtime. Just by staring, he wasn’t a meower.

He used to hang out outside with the previous owner of the house because he loved the property. We learned about him at closing. A few months after we moved in he walked right up the deck steps and jumped on Michael’s lap. He never left. He used to sit out on the deck just looking out over the yard. “This is mine now.”

He was here for 10 years and with someone else for 8 before that so he was at least 18 although he had another home first. He was such a good boy, always coming home when I called. Michael, who loved him so much, called him our puppycat.

He followed me around, laid on my lap (or the keyboard, of course) at my desk. For years he slept with me in bed on my left side, with his chin or paw on my hand.

I hope you’re curled up with daddy, Arn. I’ll miss you so much. 💕💕