Okay...the four-footed one.
He's been gone two years now. If he had been able to hold on through the kidney disease, he would be 20 now.
He was my familiar. My friend. The love between us was deep and strong. Some say animals don't feel emotion. I disagree. I have no proof, but neither do they (the naysayers, I mean).
I loved taking pictures of him--especially pictures of him roosting or sleeping. Who knew that an "old man" cat could be so cute. Or was he just cute to me? Nah. He was cute.
He had a presence that was at least 6 foot 6, a spirit that could melt any hardness in my heart with one glance, and a purr in the range of the elephants' deep rumble. He rattled me loose. Even remembering him brings me to that same place of inner softness.
What softens your heart? I'd love to hear.
Wanda Tucker, Coach
For a free 1/2 hour coaching session, send an email request to firstname.lastname@example.org.