Carlos was adopted as a kitten from our then local veterinary clinic, part of a litter born to a feral mother. He was one of a handful of kittens on display in the lobby that fateful day in April 2002 when we first met. He came home that day. Ever since that time he has been a faithful companion, steadfast, always there for us. He never once raised a paw to us in anger or frustration, nor did he hiss or spit. When he rolled over for a belly rub, it was never a ruse or a trap. Hardly a day would go by without him joining me for breakfast, waiting patiently to lick the butter knife – always after we had used it first! A quiet and confident cat not given to drama, Carlos deferred to other cats with larger personalities or the many Pugs that he willingly shared our homes with. But Carlos was always present, whether waiting for a breakfast time treat or finding that comfy spot between me and the space heater or waking one of us in the middle of the night just so he could get, and give, love.
When finally the time came to help Carlos across Rainbow Bridge on May 6, 2020, he was 18 years old. I consider the time spent with my Breakfast Buddy among the most eventful years of my life. We were both young when Carlos arrived. Now that he is gone I realize how much older I’ve become.
Until we meet again, across Rainbow Bridge!
‘Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.’
A donation was made in Carlos's memory and the memorial was created on June 8, 2020.