Yesterday, I said goodbye to my best friend.
Bruno had been with me since he was two and I was four years old. He was like the brother I never had and was always there for me to bury my face in when I felt sad or alone – even though this did usually result in sneezing fits and watery eyes.
My eyes are watering for a different reason today.
Bruno was a monster of a cat: huge and jet-black which this belied his timid nature. Scared of his own big black shadow, he would often sit behind the sofa to hide from the intimidating machine which some may recognise as the hoover! I shall miss his annoying habits where he would leave expanses of fur on my homework or walk over my laptop, leaving undecipherable messages on my English essays. My mum explains how she would be “more than happy to see his muddy foot prints on the kitchen floor again” or to be “woken early in the morning by his constant meowing for food”.
My best friend has gone, leaving me with watering eyes, a broken heart but with memories which will comfort and live with me forever.
Goodnight, Bruno.
