Jackson Bailey

Jackson. Jackson Bailey. JackJack. Jackie Boy. You had a million names. You were Garfield brought to real life. You were my soul cat. I'd give anything to have you wake me up in the middle of the night again because your food bowl is only half full. I'd give anything to have you cuddled up on my head, practically suffocating me. Or to feel you curl up under the covers, pressed against my back. Or to hear your squeak of a meow. I'm sorry for always calling you a messy eater. I'm sorry for all the times I tripped over you. I'm sorry i didn't see your pain until it was too late. I don't know what I did to deserve such an loving, gentle, affectionate boy. "Grief is the price we pay for love" and I'll be paying for the rest of my life.