Henry James

Well, hello there. Last time I sat down and wrote here, I promised that I would take the time to post more often here SO I apologize for already dropping the ball on that one. Unfortunately, July has been a little bit of a rollercoaster for me. On July 9th I had to say goodbye to my little fur baby – Henry. It was unexpected to say the least. For that reason, I needed to take some time to cope with all of the thoughts and emotions that were swirling around my brain. I spent a little over 2 weeks trying to put everything into words. It took finally picking up his urn for me to come full circle with my emotions. I brought my little buddy home on July 21st and had a really long (and ugly) cry on my bed holding his box in my lap. I will be the first to admit that I am a full blown crazy cat lady and I know some people just won’t understand the love you can feel for a cat. Henry was the first pet that was all mine. My fur baby. My little knock-kneed, snaggletoothed, awkward ball of endless love and affection. There was no doubt in mind that I was going to get him cremated when my vet walked into the room and told me there was no other option than to say goodbye after 2 years of amazingly awkward and cuddly memories. I didn’t want anything fancy, no fake paw prints on a bedazzled urn. I just wanted him to be able to come back home.


There is so much I can write about this little runt. I remember the day I decided to take him home and sneak him into the house while my dad and step-mom were away on their honeymoon. I remember moving to Toronto and sitting my best friend down before we were about to move in with each other and talking to her about the fact that Henry was about to come live with her (she hates cats). I also remember the moment I realized that she had fallen in love with him and he had fallen in love with her. I will forever be grateful for Lauren being so accepting and letting him live with us even though she was dreading the day. I know this is hitting her hard and I wouldn’t be able to do it without her. I remember all the times my mom would let me take him to her house when I came to visit and she would spoil him with endless love and treats because that’s what grandmas are for, right? I remember my dad sneaking him food during supper because he was curled up on the couch giving him a look you couldn’t deny. I remember my step-mom constantly trying to get him to cuddle with her and the night that he actually stayed long enough for a mini cuddle session. I remember the day Stefan accidentally gave him a middle name and all of a sudden he was Henry James and it suited him perfectly. He came into my life when I needed him the most even though I didn’t know I needed him. He gave me a lifetime of memories and showed me how to love like I have never loved before. Here’s to you Henry James. XO


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Sarah says:

    Aw 😦 It’s so sad when any pet dies.
    When my first cat died, I was so upset! I cried for days and days. Even a month later I would still randomly cry.
    R.i.p little Henry


    1. jtbosko says:

      It’s definitely a sadness like no other. Thank you so much ❤

      Liked by 1 person

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