I welcomed Mickey and his littermate Bianca into my life when they were 11 years old. Little did I realize the love bombing that was in store for me! Mickey would climb into my lap even if Bianca was already there. He would flop over for belly rubs on the couch. He would rest his little chin on my arm. And he would walk up my body as I was lying in bed and shove his head under my book so he could tickle my face with his whiskers.

Mickey was a sweet, gentle soul who would follow me from room to room just so he could be near me. He would crawl into any available lap and envelop the lucky recipient in a cloud of purrs and nuzzles. And when the sun would go down, he would jump up on the bed and loudly insist that it was time for me to go to bed too so he could get his nighttime cuddles.

Mickey, I am heartbroken that you are gone but so grateful that I got to know you. I’m especially glad that you and Bianca were there for me during the pandemic — I am grateful beyond words for your comforting presence during such a stressful time. Goodbye, gentle boy. Bianca and I love and miss you very much.
-Lori S.