Remembering Crockett

Hi, pals... I's been charged with a sad but important task... writin' a memorial to my lil brofur, Crockett, who died on Monday in a tragic accident. We aren't sure whut happened, we came home from our walk and the heavy ladder wuz on top of my lil buddy and he wuz gone. I's nevfur heard my Momma sob like dat... Crockett wuz known to all fur his razzberries, but he wuz known to my momma, Donna, as her lil shadow. He luved her lots, followed her evfurrywhere. She keeps catchin' herself lookin' fur him and the tears come agin... she's cried so much the past few days her face is raw. She blames herself, even if folks tell her not to, because she brought the ladder in and feels she shoulda left it on the floor-- she moved it so no one would trip on it. She never thought it could be knocked over by a lil kitty because it wuz so heavy and sturdy... but it did.  Kinley's & Travis' momma, Kimberley is super sad, too, so is Angelique's momma, Allison, and my dad. Evfurryone luved Crockett. Angelique and Kinley is tryin' to comfort evfurryone with extra luvin, us pups is kinda off our feed, but we's most worried about Travis. He ain't eatin' gud, he's sad and seems traumatized... we think he saw his bff die.
Although he wuz known mostly fur his razzberry photos, my Momma luved dat non-razzberry pics best-- she thought he wuz da cutest kitty evfur. He trailed around after my Momma like a puppy dog (well, sum puppy dogs, not me and Brinley. Like Kinley trails after Kim) and open the garage door if she went out dere to hang up clothes, stick his head out da door as if to say "Whutcha doin' Momma?" Travis taught him to do biskits recently and so everyfurry night Crockett would climb on her lap, biskit da throw on her lap and settle in fur some skritches and lovin'. He would visit her in da middle of da night, wiggle his head under her hand fur pettin' and fall asleep wiff his paws wrapped around her arm some nights. She misses him something awful. She's had a coupla rough years and Crockett helped her to get through them wiff his luv and affeckshun... some people don't knows dat about kitties.... but dey is as wunnerful and luvin' as us pups, leastwasys ours are.
I remember when he furst came home... he wuz so tiny. We'd nevfur had such a tiny guy, only 8 weeks old. He liked us pups, slept wiff us sumtimes and played wiff Kinley. He wuz my Momma's ray of sunshine and it's real dark here wiffout him.
I'm gonna end dis post wiff a buncha my Momma's favorite photos of da Rocket Man-- Momma called him Crockett da Rocket sumtimes. Don't be sads lookin' at dem, he didn't like it when people wuz sads, he would put his lil paw up on der cheek real gentle as if to say, be happy, I luvs ya.

This Saturday, May 18, woulda been Crockett's 5th Gotcha Day. But our sweet lil guy never got to see it. So we're asking all our pals to wear Crockett's signature color - ORANGE on May 18. We've got a blog hop set up, so you can enter your posts so we can all celebrate Crockett's life together. And we know some of our pals and their humans are going to the CWA conference this weekend, so the blog hop will be open for 2 weeks - feel free to enter a post when you can. And please take our badge and share it wherever you can. Thank you.

Bark ya later, gators.... hopefully, when we's feelin' not so lost....