Eragon was a special boy, 2 years old and full of spunk and lots of energy. His favorite words were "Are you hungry," and "Do you wanna go outside?" He loved his red mouse with white and red tail, his cardboard bed scratcher, he loved pipe cleaners and those plastic spirals; and those fisher toys he would play with those every day. Every toy that had a bird on it he would absolutely take down lol. He also loved watch movies and tv shows. His favorite was supernatural, which was funny, we watched the whole 15 seasons. I would also put on his absolute favorite bird and lizard show. He loved lounging in his cat tower, and cuddling in the bed right at my legs, or in a empty box that was on my bed. Every morning he would paw at my legs to get me up. He would never use his claws and when I would tell him no to something he would flop on his side and show his belly and try to act cute. He was extremely important to me and my whole family: he would help me with my shyness towards people, and my chronic anxiety with going out as well as with my PTSD. He was there for me on days that I couldn't think to live, and it's been so hard without him. He was extremely gentle and tolerant of the kids and could even be dragged across the floor haha. He was just over all the best boy I could ever have. So patiently kind, and he would lean in for those head bumps. He loved going outside, loved climbing trees and be on the roof. But above all he loved being by me and his people. It was mostly the cuddles. He would make time for cuddles, or to even be by my head. That was the best. 

He died too young, and had so much life ahead of him, full and adventure and love. Now he can follow on those dragon wings of his, fly high above the mountains and touch the very tips of those trees.