A good life

This is Montana. He'll be gone a year this coming November, and was just over 21yrs old when he had to join his brother, Charlie and sister, Cally. Montana and Charlie were born in 1994. Charlie died from kidney failure at 8.5 yrs old, and Montana outlived him by 12.5-13 yrs. After Charlie passed, Montana and his Torti sister, Cally, grew closer, as did Montana and I. He became my baby boy. Both he and his brother were adopted as kittens from a local shelter, and Cally was rescued off the street. Since I had raised Montana from the time he was an itty bitty kitty, he stole my heart in so many ways. He loved riding on my back and shoulders; he loved going for walks on his harness and leash, and he loved carrying around his stuffed animal, Mr. Whale. Montana had a lot of separation anxiety, and whenever I'd leave the house he would carry Mr. Whale around and put him in all kinds of places, while making a guttural noise to let me know he wasn't happy I left. I still have three more kitties, but Montana will always hold a very special place in my heart. I still miss him and I know I always will. He was my "old man", my "baby boy". My fur baby, and my best friend.
Anonymous
Glenwood Springs, CO