You were my best friend in the whole world.
You were comically large, yet so full of spunk.
Everything amazed you, like you were seeing it for the first time.
Your bright, gleaming, raccoon-like eyes revealed your personality to us all.
You cleaned your brother Beeman's face; he cleaned yours back.
Your sort of squeaked when you meowed.
You always let Beeman eat first.
You would sit beside me and purr as I went to bed.
You would still be there when I woke up.
You never tried to run outside.
You came running whenever you heard milk being taken out of the fridge.
You always kept one of my shoes warm, and left the other one cold.
You were the greatest.
I love you, Zwicki.