In loving memory of Callie (2011 – 2026)

You were my first cat, light of my life through everything bad that I had to go through growing up. I could always rely on you for a nuzzle and a cuddle. I miss you dearly, no one could match the love you gave me. Rest easy, my sweet girl. I still have your blanket.

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If I could tell you one thing now, it would be how much I love you and always will.

✎ How did they comfort you when you were sad? I'd walk into the room and she'd instantly be meowing and running towards me. I'd pick her up; she'd nuzzle her face under my chin and stay there for a long while. Sometimes she'd stay there until I chose to put her down. She'd purr loudly too... constantly nuzzling into my face as she did it. She'd take her paws and wrap them around my arms like she was attempting to hug.

✎ What nicknames did you call them? I would call her Callie Bear and anything similar to 'my sweet girl'. 'Bear' felt endearing to me, more akin to a teddy bear and the comfort it brings. She was the sweetest cat you'd ever meet; she'd nuzzle you if you looked at her.

✎ What was the very first moment you saw them? I was not even ten years old yet when I met her. She was in our local pet shop with her brother (Charlie). It was meant to just be a trip to get food for my mother's bird (Beau) and it quickly turned into adoption the moment I saw her and her brother in a cat display. I have always been fond of calicos and will always be; I begged my mother for her. She agreed seeing how much she meant to me just by staring at each other through the glass. She asked for names; I named her Callie like other calicos I'd seen; her brother was named Charlie as I was always watching 'Good Luck Charlie' on the Disney channel and wanted their names to match. We took them home to our house we had at the time and they adjusted to my mom's cat (Lauren) almost instantly.

I am in deep tears and sorrow; I miss her a lot to this day. It's still hard coming from around 9 years old, to now 23 and her not being here anymore. This is my first birthday, first Christmas, first everything without her. I miss going into the laundry room where she'd hang out, and how happy she was to see me. How I could pick her up and she'd instantly nuzzle me.

Diary: Callie

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