Ranger

2017 - 2024

In Memory of Ranger

My walkie talkie, My Baby Boy

Ranger wasn’t just a cat; he was a whole personality. For seven unforgettable years, he strutted through life like he owned the place (because, let’s be honest, he did). With those striking green eyes and his signature high pitched meow that earned him many names in his lifetime, Ranger was the household walkie talkie and made sure everyone knew who was in charge. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t the other cats. They got the sass. I got the sweetness.

He had a huge ego, a dramatic flair, and a tendency to be a total butt with the other cats—but somehow, that just made me love him more. Ranger let me dress him up like a furry little fashion model, posing with just enough attitude to say, “You’re lucky I love you.” And I was.

He was my perfect kitty, my first black cat, my baby boy. Our bond wasn’t like anything I’ve had before; it was weird and wonderful and perfectly ours. He knew when I needed comfort, when I needed a laugh, or when I just needed a cat to look at me like I was doing everything wrong. (He knew how to humble You).

Even though he’s gone, I still hear that ridiculous walkie talkie meow in my head and see those bright jade colored eyes looking at me from across the room. He may have been small, but his presence filled my world, and left 2 paw prints on my heart.

Thank you, Ranger, for being my chaos, my cuddle buddy, and my little king. I miss you more than words can say, but I know you’re somewhere strutting around like you own the place—just like always.

Love you forever my sweet boy