Yesterday the shelter where I adopted Loki sent an email asking how he was doing and if I could send them a photo of “Panchaquito” (the name given to him by his foster family). Bit of a surprise to hear from them 13 and a half years later. And so I had to tell them he died in March and then suddenly I was crying. My god I still miss my big orange boy so much. 🧡🐈

Nope, not getting up. Since Loki died Morcilla has completely taken over the bed. Her sole ownership of me is complete. 🧡🐈‍⬛

Been missing my boy. Looking at this photo I can feel the weight of him on me, cuddled up all big orange and trusting in the crook of my left arm (it was always the left arm), gazing at me with those beautiful green lovey-dovey eyes. We were so lucky to have each other. And the good thing is that we both knew it. 🧡🐈

My little sausage… 🧡🐈‍⬛