For 16 1/2 of his 21 1/2 years, I was blessed with my brown tabby cat, Roy. He chose us as his people, me and my allergic husband, when he wandered onto our deck and decided to stay a while. as that comfy deck chair was a perfect spot from which to watch and chatter at the birds at our feeder. Slowly, he wormed his way into my heart and…
For 16 1/2 of his 21 1/2 years, I was blessed with my brown tabby cat, Roy. He chose us as his people, me and my allergic husband, when he wandered onto our deck and decided to stay a while. as that comfy deck chair was a perfect spot from which to watch and chatter at the birds at our feeder. Slowly, he wormed his way into my heart and our home. We made a deal with my husband, Roy and I, that our bedroom was off limits to his fur. And even though our bedroom was a loft and Roy could climb those stairs at any time, he respected our agreement. Roy probably understood me better than I did him. Those deep green eyes of his could bore holes into my soul, I was sure! Roy became the third leg of our three-legged stool, and a much-loved part of our story. I always dreaded the time he would leave us and how I would respond, how would I make that difficult decision to let him go, if intervention was necessary. A dear friend told me, "Don't worry, you will know - Roy will tell you." And she was so right....it was in Roy's eyes, that he'd taught us all he knew and it was time for him to rest. He left as quietly as he came. And even though our three-legged stool was wobbly for a long time, we still fondly remember and cherish our time with our shy boy with those deep and loving emerald eyes.
For 16 1/2 of his 21 1/2 years, I was blessed with my brown tabby cat, Roy. He chose us as his people, me and my allergic husband, when he wandered onto our deck and decided to stay a while. as that comfy deck chair was a perfect spot from which to watch and chatter at the birds at our feeder. Slowly, he wormed his way into my heart and our home. We made a deal with my husband, Roy and I, that our bedroom was off limits to his fur. And even though our bedroom was a loft and Roy could climb those stairs at any time, he respected our agreement. Roy probably understood me better than I did him. Those deep green eyes of his could bore holes into my soul, I was sure! Roy became the third leg of our three-legged stool, and a much-loved part of our story. I always dreaded the time he would leave us and how I would respond, how would I make that difficult decision to let him go, if intervention was necessary. A dear friend told me, "Don't worry, you will know - Roy will tell you." And she was so right....it was in Roy's eyes, that he'd taught us all he knew and it was time for him to rest. He left as quietly as he came. And even though our three-legged stool was wobbly for a long time, we still fondly remember and cherish our time with our shy boy with those deep and loving emerald eyes.
Amazing that he respected the bedroom boundary! Sounds like Roy was a wonderful cat ❤️