Many years ago. my daughter and I were walking in our neighborhood when a young boy with a big box he could hardly handle came up to us and in a painfully excited way and asked us to look in the box.
There it was, love at first sight, a tiny kitten with a black nose and tuxedo markings.
We have had turtles, dogs, birds and fish, but never a kitty.
His name was Roger, and he became our staunch and reliable friend. If tears were heard Roger ran to the rescue with head bumps and cuddles and licks on the head of the tearful one.
If fever pursued the little ones, Roger wrapped his body on the feet of the afflicted one until the fever passed.
If cuts and bruises came about, Roger would supervise treatment and dutifully stick by until the hurt one was on the mend.
Roger would eagerly listen to woes and worries; well, what are friends for than to listen with a flick of the tail and without interruption.
Faithful friend, always loving unconditionally, your little paws permanently pressed on our hearts. Your memory and joy never leaves us.
Until we meet again dear, sweet, loyal, companion and confidant.
Georgia
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