March 15, 2016
Fionnbhear. It was three months ago, and my heart still hurts. He came when called, having been expertly trained with the promise of treats. He didn't just meow, he talked to me - we conversed. He would cuddled with me, on my legs, or along side me. I was his human, clearly, although he had learned to appreciate G. He loved a lot of our food, and had been allowed to become rather obnoxious about it. He had real personality, and I felt he had real affection for me. And this fall I somehow knew my time with him was limited.