Tiger joined our family on Julia's 7th birthday. My timing logic was that at age 7, Julia would be somewhat responsible for a pet's nurturing, care and feeding. And, at age 3, Gar wouldn't be too intimidated by a pet, nor a pet too terrorized by a toddler. Before her feet reached the floor on her 7th birthday, Julia asked when we could get her cat. Our trip to Special Pals was filled with anticipation, and as is often the case with adoptions, Tiger reached out from his cage to let us know that he'd chosen us.
In Tiger's nearly 16 years as part of our family, he brought much joy, love and laughter. He earned me the cherished designation as Mommy Cat, because wherever I lit, he was not far behind. His purr motor was a marvelous indication of continuous love.
Tiger taught us:
- go for what you want (we could have chosen another cat)
- love your family no matter what happens
- stopping to pet the cat is even better than stopping to smell the roses
- furry friends are non-judgmental
- we all need friends to look after our interests
- patience
- loyalty
- tolerance
- love is forever
Tiger went to the happy petting, eating and sleeping grounds on Monday. His love for us and ours for him endures.
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