I miss this cat so much I feel as if there is a physical hole in my heart that one could look right through. What made him perfect?

How cute he was when we first brought him home...hiding under the bedside table every time we walked in his room, sleeping spread out across my neck, bathing my face in the middle of the night.

He became such a dog lover... grabbing Isaac's face and licking him, curling up in the smallest of balls with his back touching Isaac's sleeping body, meowing like crazy when the dog returned from anywhere no matter how short an absence.

Some of his favorite things:
Chasing anything that moved. Stalking birds. Rolling in dirt and sand. His fuzzy blanket on his red chair. His donut bed upstairs. Jumping out from behind clothes while you try to get dressed in the morning. Beating up his older sister. WET FOOD! Cat nip.

I know one day these memories will fade and I will think of him fondly without obsessing on every detail but it is too fresh now. So be warned: you do not want to ask me how I am doing.