We got Captain Jack Sparrow back in 2007, I had just turned 12 at that time. We got him from The Stray Cat Blues INC. The foster family we got him from loved Pirates of the Caribbean and named him Captain Jack Sparrow. We thought the name was cute and kept it. He didn’t really become my cat until I was about 14. That’s when he began sleeping in my room, cuddling with me, and crying whenever I left or came home. His favorite spot in bed was on my shoulder or laying on whatever piece of technology was around. He also loved tearing up the carpet (much to my dad’s dismay) and drinking water for minutes on end. He also loved lunch meat and I’d give him some whenever I bought a hoagie, it got to a point where he'd recognize the Wawa bag. We had a close call with him a few years ago. He ended up having so much calcium in his urine that he needed surgery but recovered quickly and was great afterwards. About a year ago, he started losing weight rapidly. We took him to the vet and discovered he had diabetes. We put him on insulin and he did great, he gained weight back and his back legs were strong again. He took a turn for the worse on February 3rd. I was away at school, so my dad and the vet decided what was kindest for him. I’ve had trouble dealing with guilt, wondering if there was something that could have been done or at least wishing I’d been home when he passed. I’m trying to think of the good times and remembering that I was lucky to have him and get an extra year with him. To honor him, I got a tattoo of him on my wrist. I love you Jack, you deserved more time, but you’ll always be with me.