my noah

He was a Christmas present, so I decided he needed a Biblical name. I suggested Noah, and everyone agreed. Little did we know this would make saying “No!” confusing for him. He was our best friend for 13 long, wonderful years. He was a pain in the neck at times (like when he ate an entire box of candy bars, or an entire package of chicken breast, or an entire tray of muffins, or an entire lasagna, or nearly an entire pineapple upside down cake), but most of the time, he was just a fiercely loyal, sweet cuddle monster – both to his family and to his kitties. We’re fortunate to have been his family and to have so many amazing memories to look back on. Rest in peace, Noah. I miss you already big boy. Coming home isn’t going to be the same without being greeted by your shedding hair and wagging tail.