This is a hard one. If possible, it's even harder than this one because it signals the end of an era. The Lewis and Clark era. Oh, and what a 14 years it has been. Lewis Mulvenon has gone to hook up with his brother Clark so they can resume chasing each other around corners and up and down stairs in the kitty afterlife... whatever that is.
One thing I can tell you for sure is Lewis Mulvenon was unlike any cat in the whole world. He and his brother came home in a white plastic laundry basket in my car in August of 1999 and he did not stop talking the whole way home. That pattern continued for all of his 14 years. He had lots to say. All the time. About anything and everything.
For example, he did let me know in no uncertain terms that he disapproved of the rabbit that was going to be hanging up in the house. Everytime I had it out working on it he came and sat on top of it. Letting it know who was in charge.
Lewis went missing a little over 3 weeks ago now. I still have a hard time not checking the back door to see if he wants in. As I pull into my neighborhood each night after work I can't help having this wildly illogical hope that he will have come home and I will pick him up and hold him and be able to tell him just one more time that I love him more than life itself.