I love this old dude..
TC walked on to our property about 10 years ago.
Headed straight into my son’s room and kicked back on the stairs.
He was Jake’s cat from then on, really..
he doesn’t like being held and he only jumps on my lap if it’s raining, but he was a like rag doll in Jakes arms.
When my son was killed, TC slept by his ashes every night.
If he couldn’t get to them, he slept next to a small, old fashioned suit case that friend made for me, it has pictures of Jake all over it.
There’s a tree planted in my backyard in memory of my son, some of his ashes are with it and this old cat naps around it’s trunk all the time, still.
Such a love..