I am still not ready to say goodbye, though you have already gone. The house, still full with the love of your brother and sisters, feels so empty without you. The kitchen is silent. Comfortable spots no longer warm. Dinner difficult to enjoy without your reaching paws. Life without my loyal soulmate will never be as whole.

Jack chose me, at 19, coming home with my first roommate in my first apartment, he snuck into my room, followed me around, stole my hair ties, slept on my chest. When I brought home a little brother the next summer, he was not happy with me, but soon fell into the big brother roll and has been with me and Sutton ever since. Through every bad relationship, every time we moved, all the jobs, all the friends, family and strangers that have come, and stayed or gone, Jack was there. My most loyal, loving boy. He loved me, and people food, unconditionally. Even after bringing home 2 sisters a few years ago, while being a big brother got tougher, being my best friend was always easy. The loudest meow when you want snacks, the softest purr when you snuggle under my chin, the smoothest furr, how everyone said you were “huge” and I watched your siblings outgrow you, these are things I will never forget. I will try to remember the times you were the king of the house, and not the diffucult ending we had, but my heart will forever ache for you. At 29, I don’t know how I will survive my 30s without you. You have been by my side my whole free adult life, always waiting for me and keeping me going. My true best friend, the love of my life, my loyal soulmate, I love you, Jack. I hope you are with our bunbun Scamp and getting lots of treats.