Just passing through
I lost one of my good buddies today. Nino (aka Fatty) wasn't the smartest cat in the world, nor the most well-mannered, but he was my buddy.
He was a hard cat to love at first... it took me a while. Nino wasn't a normal cat, lacking the standard feline instincts. That's probably why I found him in the pound at nearly 8 months old. But I made the commitment to him and wasn't going to give up. He had a rocky start with Heath as well (known as the "shag rug incident") but they soon fell into their routines. Unlike his sister, he got to go outside on the deck (only because he wasn't smart enough to run away). He didn't want to go anywhere else anyway; he just wanted to chew on sticks. Even though he wasn't very smart, he was very sweet. Our home feels a little empty today.
It gets me thinking about why we put ourselves through the heartache of having pets. We enter into the commitment of sharing our home with a furry friend, knowing they will only touch our lives for a short time. Even though I know that I will lose a piece of my heart with each of my buddies that I lose, they have each given me much, much more in return. My home will never be without a few furry friends.
Nino, you couldn't have been more loved. Thanks for stopping by on your journey.