Whose religion centered around tearing off any loose wallpaper; who, over time, turned the banister into splinters as he clawed his way from the first to second floor, never taking stairs when there was an opportunity to shred wood; who could wake from the deepest sleep by the scent of freshly toasted bread, leaping to the table or my lap and tearing off tiny bits of toast, flinging the scraps every which way and only eating the bits that had the most butter; who, spiritually, mentaly and physicallycould not abide flowers in vases -- never once failing to swat every flower out of every vase (eating a few, ignoring the rest); whose purr was certain remedy for any sadness, small or large. Apparently no remedy for the sadness that attends his passing.
A long life...and greatly missed.
ReplyDeleteI was just reading this Jack Myers poem...so nice to see it on your site...thank you
What a wonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you lost such a special friend.
~blessings to you and Otis~
Ah my friend, I have missed you! I'm so glad to see you back.
ReplyDeleteOtis sounds like a beloved friend. One who will be missed, and remembered fondly. My heart goes out to you.
So glad to see you back but sad about Otis. I remember that banister and the shredded wallpaper, too! Thinking of you . . .
ReplyDeleteOooooh....I'm so sorry. We lost our darling kitty over two months ago. Such an empty place.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful tribute, sweet friend. I shall be thinking of you today. (((hugs))))