I will miss the way he rests his chin on the table or on the counter near the backyard door when he needs to go out or he wants something to eat. I will miss hearing his skin-crawling howl when he thinks everyone has left him. I will miss feeling his whiskers when he walts up to me and ever-so-gently sniffs my face. I will miss seeing him do his favorite trick that I loved teaching him: “spin”. He would do it over and over and over again to get a treat, as many times as I asked. I will miss clipping his nails, and giving him a treat after each one because I knew how much he hated it and how much he tolerates it just because he loves me. I will miss taking him for walks, and trying to get through the huge field next to our lot without him doing somersaults every five seconds. I will missing watching him play with his wife for hours, and really, I did sit there for hours just because of how happy it made me to see them thrive.