Apr 122009
Who knew it was possible to love a cat so?
I’d always thought of myself as a dog person. I liked cats–we’d always had both cats and dogs when I was growing up–but I never felt the need to have one when I was on my own. Then I acquired a husband and children. Then we got Cornelia. And Fang. And Fergus.
And Spot. Two years ago, he showed up in our yard, starving. My husband wanted to feed him, and I said OK, but he wasn’t coming in the house. Of course, a couple of months later, Spot was inside and sleeping with us. He turned out to be the most loving, wonderful, funny, absolutely best cat ever.
Spot died tonight. Our hearts are all broken. Rest in peace, sweet boy.
And you know he’s thinking, even with eight more lives, he won’t find a more loving, wonderful, funny, absolutely best family ever to live with!
Thank you, Gary. You are very sweet.