A few days before Christmas we found out our little Starky passed away.
Goodness I am going to miss that little guy. He was my first little furbaby, filling a hole that I didn't know I had, brought about by three miscarriages. He snuggled his way into our hearts and I never thought we would have to say goodbye so soon.
He was my friend on long and lonely days of bed rest with Roland. He seemed to intrinsically know who needed comfort and love and would crawl on their lap if they would let him. People who do not care for pets fell in love with him.
Starky could tell when my mom was getting anxious and sat on her lap, almost instantly calming her down.
I hate that he is gone.
[I'll add pictures later, I don't feel like crying right now.]