Sixteen years ago a young cat showed up at our door. He had been abandoned. We lived in a rural area and he was not the first cat that someone had thrown away in the area. But this cat was not feral and was probably tossed when, as male cats do, he started spraying. We took a liking to him and after a few days we decided we would adopt him. That meant a visit to the Vet for shots and neutering. I named him Jupiter. He was a very gentle cat and we quickly became very attached him and he to us. Our other cat, Tasha, even gradually came to tolerate him.
Five years later, I got a job offer that meant moving from central California to Germany. My wife’s only concern about the move was whether we would be able to bring along our cats. We could and we did.
Sadly, Tasha died a couple of years later. That was in 1997. She was almost seventeen years old. Her death left a large empty spot in our “family”.
Today, it was Jupiter who left us. He was a good friend. We will miss him. Very, very much.