Requiem for a Nice Kitty

We are a bit somber and subdued in the 'Hood, mourning the recent loss of a kitty pal, Magic. The fact that he was an Old Guy brings some solace. He lived a good long life in a loving home, enjoying the attention and companionship of two other cats, two humans, and one fine dog, followed by another fine dog. On the other hand, the fact that he was an Old Guy also means a greater loss: he was part of the family for a long time.

I can personally attest to Magic's sweetness. He was just a courtly, nice old guy; the kind of cat about whom even avowed cat haters would concede, "but that one's okay." A good-natured guy, Magic never cornered or confronted anything. He would rush to the door to greet anyone who arrived, but most people just walked by him, not noticing his effort. When dogs came in, he stayed where he was and greeted them in a friendly way. Even with big strong dogs, like Sonny, he would stand fast but discreetly slip away when the opportunity presented itself. One thing he really disliked was having stray cats coming around. Old Guys like to have their turf respected.

Those of us who are fortunate enough to share our lives with furry critters know what a privilege we enjoy. In return for providing food and housing (and they don't eat much or take up a lot of space), they offer us unconditional love, unlimited affection, and unwavering loyalty. We definitely come out ahead on that deal.

Magic left our world quietly, at home, enjoying a last cuddle. I guess that's about the best any of us can hope for. Rest in peace, Magic. You'll be missed.

CLARIFICATION: Magic was not my cat, but my friends'. He was the "brother" of Molly's best friend, Gracie.

(P.S. As the owner of a black dog, I know it's difficult to take a good picture of a black pet! These don't do him justice, he was a very handsome fellow.)