8 years ago I was just a single girl, living in my quiet city, in the little apartment with the big spiral staircase. All was fine until I came home one night to find a few bats circling around my living room. I ran out of there faster than you could say "Eeekk!", down to my friends' who often fed the stray neighborhood cats. And, there he was, wise beyond his years, but clearly neglected, in need of a good home. We called him Gypsy.
Through the years he protected me from bats, mice, and probably a few large Texas bugs I don't know about. We moved 3 times, and added another cat, husband, and 2 kids to our home. He never asked to go outside again. He grew content, fat, and happy, with a PURR louder than any cat I have known. He was the best. The gentle giant, my husband called him.
So suddenly, is empty and sad without him here. On this day of snow, ice, fog, thunder and lightening, nothing seems right.
Good-bye dear friend, you will be greatly missed.