Remember Bob

An update on an old friend

Modestly, I would say this is my best short-story effort. Well, to be honest, it’s the only one I’ve written. So there’s no doubt. It’s called Bob—and then there’s today’s addendum called Bob’s gone.

Bob.

I look for Bob most days. Seeing him gives me a sense of care and connection. I’m unsure if he feels the same, but I hope so. That said, I’ll never know. Bob meows loudly, only when you’re in eyeshot — he’s tone deaf and just turned 19 years old. Bob’s a cat, he lives one street down, although he has several feeding houses! He loves the sun and will always scarf cake if I have any. I see him on the way to my coffee stop. He’s a friend. Would I still go looking for him if the shop closed? Yes. Because Bob gives me a lift.

Bob’s gone.

I’ll miss him. Though I’ll still keep looking for him. Why? Because Bob always gave me what I needed. Nothing changes. I’ll keep walking past his place, nursing the coffee on the way back, and I might even drop some cake to see if he’ll come running. There was nothing wrong with his nose, just his ears.

If I ever house a cat, he’ll be called Bob.

See you ‘ron my friend.

Nick

Ps. To commemorate Bob, I plan to start a short-story section on the website. Maybe I will try to find some more stories. We’ll see. For now, ‘Bob’ and ‘Bob’s gone’ will be there.