Steve, or better known as Stevie, Stevie Bear, Scrunchy Boy, Baby Pie, Bubba, Bubbalino, etc., was so, so, so, so loved, especially by his brother, LJ. I first met him and his brother at my friend’s place, who was fostering their litter with their mama. They were the last two left, so of course I took both. Over the next 2.5 years, I would get to know the most subtle and deep love I’ve ever known.
Steve was a small and skinny guy but was such an independent and strong cat. He loved mischief: getting out via jumping the fence or pushing the window screen open (didn’t find you until 3 a.m. that one time), getting up on roofs, grasshopper slayer, wrestling champion, finishing his brother’s wet food bowl, plant tipper, dairy fiend, holding your own against dogs, jumping into the shower. But he was also a big, big sweetie. Daily cuddles with his brother on the electric blanket and brushing up against anyone the minute he met them. He had such a wild heart and eager soul.
Stevie, it’s like you knew you weren’t going to be here long because you were bursting at the seams with life.
Unfortunately, Steve passed away after a short battle with kidney disease. He wasn’t even three years old. Stevie, you were the best, the absolute best. Everyone thought you were the coolest cat. And you were. I am so proud of having you as a cat, and I love every piece of you that you grew up to be. It’s impossible to think of a world where you are not here anymore. You were such a big presence. You are still here, though, just in your brother’s and my hearts, and you will take the biggest place there.
Your brother will miss your shenanigans and especially your cuddles with him. I know you meant so much to him. I will miss your constant meowing to go outside and waking up with you sleeping between my legs.
We love you so much, Stevie. We will never forget you.