I never posted about it here, but our darling little sultan Jiji passed away last October, in the midst of all the house closing craziness. It was of course extremely rough, and I still miss our baby. I think about how he never got to see our new home and enjoy the expanded space. I think about the way he would look at me with an expression of utter understanding and how it seemed like he was somehow more of our equal than our pet. I feel so sad some days, but I am also so grateful that we were the lucky parents chosen for him. He enriched our lives in ways I never anticipated.
Last night, I dreamed he was in the new house with us, sitting on the loveseat in the living room. I couldn't believe my eyes. There were other people there, and after staring at my gorgeous boy in disbelief for some time, I asked the other people in the room if they could see him. They said they could and agreed it was miraculous, and I knelt by the loveseat and stroked his face and leaned in to kiss his head.
That's all I remember. Whispering that I loved him and missed him, looking at those beautiful eyes of his.
I miss you every day, Jiji.
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