Tobie Hartin

Tobie

March 2002-August 25, 2024

Tobie. Tobes. Toblerone. Tober Bear. Mama’s Baby. 23 years with you was not enough. You came into my life so unexpectedly. I went with my sis to pick up her kitty, but as we were leaving, I decided I just couldn’t leave you behind. You were the last one, the littlest, and you looked so small in that basket all alone. Little did I know how much that one decision would change my life for the better. We moved to Wisconsin, to Florida, and to I don’t know how many apartments over the years.  You were such a good lil traveler. Always a new place for us, but you were so laid back, nothing phased you.  You knew that home was wherever your mama was and that mama would keep you safe no matter where we went.

As a baby, you loved to fall asleep in my hand; you fit just perfectly. You were never a kitty who loved to play with toys, you would always rather get some ear rubs or snuggle up beside me. We were creatures of habit together. Every night you would snuggle into my side, then you’d wake me up, drink out of the sink, we’d brush your hair, you’d sit on the shower rug until I finally got out of there and gave you some more pets, and then you’d lie on the bed while I would get ready for work. Sometimes if the sun was out, you’d lie on the dresser and soak it up until it was time to go downstairs. Our evenings were snuggling on the couch or in bed, watching tv, giving you another brush, and sometimes a little whipped cream treat which you somehow managed to get all over your entire face every time. You would look like Mrs. Doubtfire with whip cream all in your eyebrow whiskers. You were so stinkin cute baby.

Your headbutts to my face were the best alarm clock and your loud “meow” was the most welcome greeting at the end of a long day. The sound of your purring was my favorite sound ever; I knew you were happy. I was your person, and you were my best friend for over half my life. I couldn’t have asked for a better companion to share my life with. “Where’s my baby Tobie? Where is he? There he is. Hi.” I used to say this to you every time I came in the door.  But you’re not there now, it’s so quiet and still in the house.  You’re over the rainbow now, enjoying whip cream, watching over and waiting for your mama.

My baby Tobes, my little lion, you are forever a part of my soul. I will love and miss you my whole life, but I will see your sweet face and snuggle you again. I promise.