I’ve put off posting about this, because I just couldn’t talk about it yet.  Words cannot express how heartbroken I am that I lost my sweet Simon the last week of June. :tears:

He was only 8-years-old, & I’d been blessed to have him for only 6 years.  That is just not long enough.  

I can’t even decide what the worst part of his passing is:  That it came so soon on the heels of losing Nicholas—almost a month to the day…  That he had such a rough start & deserved so much better than only six short years of love, happiness, & safety…  That he was so strong & so healthy then just…not.  And no sooner did we realize something was wrong than he passed away in my arms…  Or that he was my Sunshine Boy; he was so happy & loving & so good, & brought a smile to my face in a way that no other cat ever has.

It was awful & unfair & makes me so angry.  There are no “he had a good, long life” platitudes to make this better.  

The only thing I can tell myself is that he was happy here, & he knew he was loved. He had a rough start, & life definitely dealt him a lousy hand.  But from the minute I took him in, he was loved, he was safe, he was cared for—& he did know that. 

But I will never again be able to hum or hear “You Are My Sunshine” without thinking of him & probably bursting into tears. Because that was Simon’s song.  He was & will always be My Sunshine.