One of my very best friends that I could ever hope to have was a cat named Greeter. He was a neglected kitten that was left to fend for himself near a busy street. I started feeding him. When I would get out of my car to go into the apartment building where I lived, he would run out from wherever he was hiding and greet me. I started calling him "greeter kitty". Then the careless woman who "owned" him moved and I thought he was gone. I didn't see him for a couple of months. And then one night, I set a bag of garbage out on the back porch to take out the next day. Later I heard something in the trash. I opened the door and saw a couple of stray cats silhouetted in darkness. I said, "What are y'all doing?", in a stern voice. One cat ran and one cat just froze and looked at me. I said, "Is that you, little greeter kitty?" I invited him inside and fed him That is when he chose me....
graphite drawing
He was mine for the next 11 years until his death. I still miss him dearly. I always will. He loved me and I loved him. After he was gone, I found a little snapshot of him that a friend had taken and made this drawing to honor his memory. Looking into his eyes in the drawing I can still feel his spirit. For quite some time after his death, at night, in the darkness, as I lay in bed, I could feel him walking on the bed, carefully stepping around my legs to look for a comfortable place to sleep. I would lie very still and ask myself, "Is this really happening? How can this be?" I guess he was checking on me to make sure I was okay.