He'd recently been granted a life of pure catness in the great outdoors: chasing lizards, battling with yard snakes, gifting us headless rats. Basically living as the great hunter he was born to be. But even let loose, he was still a great friend. Every time we'd walk out the door, he'd let out a yowl and stand up on his hind legs to meet our fingers for a scratch on the noggin.
He was silly, pushy, powerful, and wicked smart. A star among our crowd of cats, right from the start.

I trust that he is as happy now as ever. As we buried him, an unseasonably cool breeze passed by the back of my neck. Comforting in a small way, possibly his way of letting me know that he's okay, and reminding me that we're surrounded by Love everywhere, even when things get tough.
:( So sad! I'm sorry to hear that. Harry was a very good kitty.
ReplyDeleteHe was the very best kitty.
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