Bobby

We fell in love with Bobby when he was still too small to come home with us. He was being bottle-fed by a volunteer at the shelter, and when I first saw him, tiny and ocelot-spotted, he was hanging from the barred front of his kitten carrier by his teeth.

I knew in that moment, he was my cat.

He grew- so fast, into a beautiful huge love-bug who my husband frequently called “The Puma” for his enormous size. All he wanted to ever do was play, and share love. He slept beside me every night, or perched on our headboard to keep watch.

He was a very, very good cat- and I miss him so much, even now.

He was only six when he got sick – the vet thought there might have always been something wrong with his kidneys, and it absolutely shattered my heart to see him grow so ill.

The people at Friends Forever were such a comfort after he passed away. I can’t thank them enough.