Diego
Diego
I came to take care of Diego in his older years, after he had been diagnosed with heart problems. He needed pills every day, and I have to say, he was a master at pretending he had swallowed those pills ... At first, Diego used to hide on me. I even had to call him mom up one time because I absolutely could not find him anywhere in the house. She said "Oh, I bet he's behind the office desk ... squeezed in between the back of the file drawers and the wall," and indeed, that's where he was. This year, he decided he would be friends with me after all. I'd come in the house and he would come into the kitchen to eat, he would meow at me, and purr and purr. I really felt honored when he decided I was "OK" after all. Diego, I will always see you in your spot on the sofa and I will probably find myself putting a dish of food up on your special table for your breakfast. I will miss you, big guy!
Happy we were friends, Lori (20Toes) - December 14, 2012