More then a cat.

It has taken me a long time to write about the passing of our cat Miles, and that's because he was so loved it is heartbreaking to sometimes think of him not being in our lives.  When I met Steve he had never had a pet.  I on the other hand have always had pets and probably always will.  We visited his friend often who had a cat and Steve fell in love and we decided we should get our own.  We went to the pound and there were so many cats it was a bit overwhelming.  But Miles was meowing at us and we just knew the first time we held him he was our cat.  We named him Miles because Steve had a love of airline miles (still do).  He was with us for 12.5 years and basically died of old age.  He lived in our apartment and three houses with us.  He was never afraid of the kids and they could do anything to him.  He was always a bit... plump, but that just meant more of him to love.  He knew his name and always came running when you called him.  The last couple of years he became very close with Juliana, she even referred to him as her boyfriend.  He slept with her every single night (he actually would lay his head on her pillow and she would cuddle him).  Having to tell Juliana and Tyler that it was time to let him go was so hard.  Juliana was the last one to hug him and told him she would always remember him.  We still all get sad about him every now and then and I always say we were lucky to have him in our lives and we should just cherish the memories of him forever.  He may of just been a cat, but to all of us he was so very loved.