Edward loved the simple, curious joys of life. Being outside was his favorite thing — he soaked it in whenever he could, even with FIV trying to slow him down. He had this funny little habit of chewing on plastic and getting into anything he wasn’t supposed to, like the world was just too interesting to ignore. Every toy was a treasure to him, and he played with a kind of all-in happiness that made you laugh.
But more than anything, he loved being close — curled up in my lap while I gamed, looking up at me with those soft, loving eyes. In every moment, he chose me, again and again.