Goodbye, Little Man

Tonight I'm paying tribute to our fallen cat, Little Man. Patrick named him for us and he was a really good "kid" cat. He wasn't really that old, maybe a year, maybe more. He was just a wild kitten when he started hanging around, I like to think that I won him over, but it's probably the other way--he won me over! He would meet me at the deck stairs every night when I got home from work, then he'd roll over and purr ( boy, could he purr loudly) until I rubbed his belly. Well I noticed that he wasn't around on Monday morning (and he wasn't one to miss feeding time) and when Doyle got home from work he said that a cat had been run over on the 4 lane. Sure enough when I drove by there, it was Little Man. What a sad discovery! Doyle went and got him and buried him for me (thanks, honey). I tell myself every time "don't get attached" but he got to me. I guess I can blame this on him being a "tom" and having to "go out and roam", but it doesn't change the hurt I feel. There will never be another Little Man, I'm gonna miss him.