About
Moonie was born before me; my parents got him as a kitten, along with Sunny. Moonie and Sunny were best friends, and for a long time Moonie was one of my best friends. He died shortly after Sunny died, when I was about 9. I honestly think Moonie died because he missed Sunny, because he was never the same after Sunny died. I was a very lonely and sad kid, I cried a lot and spent a good time talking to Moonie. Even if he couldn't understand me, I always felt he was my best friend. Whenever my sister and I went away to visit my grandparents, I always had to give Moonie a big hug when we came home, as much as he hated it. That's one thing I do regret: looking back, I think I probably wasn't as nice to my cats as I should have been when I was a kid, because well, I was a kid and didn't know any better. There was one time, however, when I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard him making a fuss; he got his head stuck in a snowsuit footstrap and I had to cut the strap to set him free. I think he probably could have died if I hadn't woken up to free him. There are some days when I still greatly miss him, even though I may not remember him that well anymore.
Moonie is buried with Sunny and Frank in my grandmother's catnip garden. |