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Alfie was born on April Fools Day, by the way. He was my funny little April Fool. I think that sums up his character perfectly.
He came home and settled in wonderfully. I could describe his whole life to you but I won’t right now. It had its ups and downs, like all lives. All I will say is that he filled a part of my life that I always felt was empty - he became my shadow and now, shadowless, I feel lost and untethered from the ground, like a drawing on a page that you have yet to add the shading or shadow to. All the moments we shared are running through my mind like a montage and a part of me is scared it will end and I will forget him. I hope if I ever get to the end of my life, and unfortunately lose my mind in some way, that Alfie is the thing I deliriously imagine in front of me, when all else is gone. Maybe that’s over dramatic, but he was there whenever I needed comfort and that time will be when I need him most.
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