21 July 2008
Just as there are forever homes, there are forever cats: The ones you know it will be impossible to forget. More than 12 years ago, I found a little ball of flea and sore filled black and white fur huddled in a dumpster where someone had disposed of him. I picked him up and he licked my hand, taking immediate possession of my heart. I named him Rorschach for the patterns on his chest and called him Rory for short.
He grew into an incredibly beautiful, mellow cat who simply radiated affection. The slightest touch would start the motor running, and it was always a pleasure to touch his mink soft fur. Every morning he would wake you with a pat to the face and every night curl up to sing you to sleep.
About a week ago, Rory hid in my bathroom. It was obvious something was very wrong. After a lot of tests, the vet gave the final pronouncement: Cancer, probably of the spleen and bleeding internally. A short while ago, my son and I met at the vet to spend some time saying goodbye. Rory was a wonderful gift and we shall miss him.
In his honor: His look alike from Cats - Magical Mr. Mistoffeles