"CJ" (Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
In Memory of CJ: A Maine Coon with a Heart of Gold
It’s hard to believe that this November will mark three years since CJ—my mischievous Maine Coon, my rascal and sweetheart—crossed the Rainbow Bridge. The days without him still feel incomplete, his absence leaving a quiet space in my heart that only he could fill.
CJ was Casey Jones by name, but a rascal by nature. With his tufted ears, bushy tail, and big, inquisitive eyes, he was the kind of cat who lived to explore, get into trouble, and steal a cuddle when you least expected it. Whether he was knocking things off the counter just to see the reaction or curling up beside me after a day full of adventure, he always had a way of making life more vibrant.
But for all his mischief, CJ was also the softest soul. He had this way of looking at you, with eyes that knew your heart, that could melt any frustration away. He knew how to love in his own way, and I was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of it.
I’ll never forget the last moments we shared. As he took his final breaths, he turned to me, pressed his face against my neck, and in that quiet, sacred gesture, I felt all the love and loyalty he had given me over the years. It was as if he was telling me that he would always be with me, even as he let go.
Though he’s no longer here in body, his spirit is woven into the fabric of my life. I still find myself looking for him when I walk into the room, expecting to feel his soft fur brush against my leg or hear his purrs as I sit down. And though the grief remains, so does the love—unwavering, eternal.
CJ, you will forever be missed. Your rascal nature, your sweet heart, and that final, tender moment... they are all etched into my soul. Until we meet again, my sweet boy. ❤️
~Wylddane
It’s hard to believe that this November will mark three years since CJ—my mischievous Maine Coon, my rascal and sweetheart—crossed the Rainbow Bridge. The days without him still feel incomplete, his absence leaving a quiet space in my heart that only he could fill.
CJ was Casey Jones by name, but a rascal by nature. With his tufted ears, bushy tail, and big, inquisitive eyes, he was the kind of cat who lived to explore, get into trouble, and steal a cuddle when you least expected it. Whether he was knocking things off the counter just to see the reaction or curling up beside me after a day full of adventure, he always had a way of making life more vibrant.
But for all his mischief, CJ was also the softest soul. He had this way of looking at you, with eyes that knew your heart, that could melt any frustration away. He knew how to love in his own way, and I was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of it.
I’ll never forget the last moments we shared. As he took his final breaths, he turned to me, pressed his face against my neck, and in that quiet, sacred gesture, I felt all the love and loyalty he had given me over the years. It was as if he was telling me that he would always be with me, even as he let go.
Though he’s no longer here in body, his spirit is woven into the fabric of my life. I still find myself looking for him when I walk into the room, expecting to feel his soft fur brush against my leg or hear his purrs as I sit down. And though the grief remains, so does the love—unwavering, eternal.
CJ, you will forever be missed. Your rascal nature, your sweet heart, and that final, tender moment... they are all etched into my soul. Until we meet again, my sweet boy. ❤️
~Wylddane
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