This was my little man. I never could have imagined all that we’d go through together when he followed me home through the cold streets of Hoboken 16 years ago. He kept me company as my roommate in nine different places over the years. He slept on me & cuddled with me almost every night, often under the blankets if he was cold.
He was so loving & affectionate and adored to be held and purrrrr. He was always there for me when I felt alone & always ended up on a friend’s lap or in a guitar case when I had guests over. He got loose many times but always managed to find his way back home, but each time I’d worry about him anyway.
He looked great for his age and always acted youthful which made his sudden kidney failure & passing today that much harder to accept. What makes it so much worse is that I was out of town and couldn’t be with him. But I am fortunate enough to have a wonderful friend who was with him in his last moments.
I can’t help but deeply regret the times I got upset at him for peeing on things or waking me up every morning but I guess every love has it’s challenges. I hope he knew how much I loved him & really tried to give him the best life that I could. I am grateful to have learned a bit about love and nurturing by having Connor Mitchell in my life.
Rest in peace little Con man, you are already dearly missed, I love you.