Bruiser had the best purr. I didn’t have to start petting him to get that motor going. He was always purring when he approached me. If I was on the couch or the bed, he would jump up next to me with the purr already at full blast. If I’d written a play about Bruiser, it would have been called “Enter Purring.” This cute little guy was my good friend for 22 years. Together we made it through some tough times. I miss holding him. I miss his meow when I walk in the door. I miss his purr. I will love him forever.