I'd rather not write this, but I think I should. Writing blogs should not only involve the good moments, it should involve the bad ones too.
On Wednesday evening, Broen had tried to cross the street and got hit by a car. There was no pain, no long suffering, it all just ended in one second.
Broen, the house is so quiet without you. I keep wondering why I don't hear the little purrs that you make to get our attention, the sounds of you running towards me whenever I enter a room, why I don't wake up at 2 am, because you have decided to take a nap op top of my chest.
I have owned many, many pets but there was none like you. Not one like you that made me forget that you were a cat, and not human. Not one that could make me laugh as much as you did. Not one that actually comforted me when last year got pretty rough, and so many of my friends forgot to call all together. But I am so happy to have these memories, and I am so happy that I could always see that you knew you were loved so much by us (and I think I told you "I love you" just as often as I tell it to Joost.)
I am not sad because I have lost my pet, I am sad because with you, I have lost my best friend.