Meatloaf

In loving memory of my beautiful boy, Meatloaf 🖤

Meatloaf was just 6 years old when we had to say goodbye—far too young, and far too soon. His life was cut unfairly short after suffering a severe UTI following a cat fight, which led to bladder atrophy and recurring infections. Making the decision to let him go peacefully was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.

Meatloaf wasn’t just a cat—he was family, my companion, my comfort, and such a huge part of my everyday life. He had his own unique personality, a presence that filled the room, and a way of being that made everything feel a little softer, a little safer. The bond we shared was deep, and losing him has left a space that can never truly be filled.

Even through everything he went through, he showed such strength. I only ever wanted him to feel safe, loved, and free from pain, and I hope he knew just how deeply he was loved every single day of his life.

The house feels quieter without him. The little moments, the routines, the companionship—they are all missed more than words can say. But I will carry him with me always, in every memory, in every quiet moment, in every piece of love he gave.

Run free now, my precious boy. No more pain, no more suffering just peace.

You were, and always will be, so deeply loved.

Forever my Meatloaf 🖤🐈‍⬛🖤

Myrtle

A beloved companion, deeply missed

Myrtle, our beautiful black cat, passed away at the age of 14 after a brave battle with cancer. She leaves behind a quiet space that can never quite be filled, and a lifetime of gentle memories.

She was the very picture of grace—always so prim and proper, carrying herself with a calm dignity that made her feel both elegant and comforting at the same time. But behind that composed little face was the sweetest soul you could imagine. Myrtle had a way of making every day softer, every moment warmer, simply by being there.

She lived a life full of love—her home, her routines, and most of all, her bedtime cuddles. Those quiet evenings, when she would settle in close, purring contentedly, are the moments that will be cherished forever. She didn’t need to be loud or demanding to be known; her presence was gentle, constant, and deeply reassuring.

Myrtle was more than a pet—she was a companion, a comfort, and a small, steady light in everyday life. Fourteen years with her was a gift.

She will be missed beyond words, but never forgotten. 🖤